Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual assault/abuse, violence, blood/injury, vomit

Remington hardly slept. When he tried, his body was in so much pain that lying too long in one position would make him physically sick. His stomach was bruised so badly that he feared it'd never heal, and the endless nights of brutal sex left him limping and raw. 

He cried constantly. All the time apart from when he was in Gregory's company, he cried. The sobs made his stomach hurt more, but he couldn't stop, and it had gotten so bad in the past few days that he'd started thinking up ways that he could kill himself. 

Drown himself in the sink, or smash his head against the wall until it shattered, or maybe he wouldn't have to do anything. Maybe he'd die anyway. 

Today marked the one month anniversary of the wedding with Gregory, and in four days, it would have been the four month anniversary of his and Andy's. He still thought of them as married. He looked at the ring on his finger and didn't associate it with his current husband, but with his previous one. 

It was the only sort of comfort he could find, to kid himself into believing he still belonged to such a kind man. Without that, he had nothing. 

It was almost midnight when he was pulled into Gregory's bedroom, and after, he stumbled back to his room and sobbed until he was sick, and he had to dart into the bathroom where he vomited hard into the toilet. His stomach burned so badly that he thought he was already dying.

He didn't know where Gregory worked, but every morning, he heard the slam of a car door and then the buzz of the engine, so he knew he didn't work from home. He considered the chances of being able to escape, only he didn't know where he was or where he would go, and he could barely walk ten metres without doubling over in pain. 

The next morning, once the car had gone, Remington opened his door and stepped out. Gregory never locked it because otherwise he would have had no way of getting to the bathroom. The tracker was still in his back, at the top of his spine. He couldn't go anywhere until that was out, so he sat in the shower and felt for it with his fingers. When he located it, he used a razor to roughly cut around it, screaming and stopping to shove the corner of a towel between his teeth to bite on. 

The pain was excruciating. The device was pressed in deep and the angle his arm was at behind his head was awkward. He kept having to stop and take in gasps of air before trying again to pull it out. 

When he finally managed, it was with a series of screams through his teeth, jaw tight, and tears were dripping down his skin. He dropped the device from between his bloody fingers and pulled the towel from his mouth, panted and groaned until he was able to turn on the shower and rinse away the blood. 

Remington crawled from the bathroom back into his room with the tracker device, left it on the mattress, and slowly made his way down the stairs, his stomach threatening to bring up everything in it, and the wound at the top of his spine was pulsing with anger. He needed help. That was all he knew. How he would get it, he had no idea, but he was determined. 

 The front door was locked from the inside. Remington opened it and it slammed behind him. He didn't have a key to lock it with but he didn't care. Gregory deserved to be robbed. 

Remington stumbled away from the building and looked for road signs to tell him where he was. He knew that the shopping centre Andy took him to was called 'St Georges', that his office was on a street named 'Princes Avenue'. He knew Andy lived in the rich estate called 'Harrington Davis Estate' and that he couldn't have been that far away, because he'd married Gregory in the same registry office as he'd married Andy. 

He walked to the end of the street and there was a sign that pointed towards the town centre. Remington followed it. They'd been within walking distance of the town centre from Andy's house. Maybe it was the same one, or maybe, at least, someone would notice the pain he was in and would call an ambulance. 

Maybe he would be okay.