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“No, Remy. I’m the bravest Spiderman you’ve ever seen,” his brother retorted.
Remington grew visibly emotional at that statement, and he just smiled at his brother, at a loss for words.
“You’re the pretty girl from the house,” his brother said, pointing to me as he struggled out of Remington’s grip. Remy released him and his brother walked over to me, grabbing my hand. “Come meet my friends.”
He pulled me towards a group of battling kids. A quick glance over my shoulder showed an amused Remington trailing behind us…wiping away some tears.
I was really glad he’d brought me, just to see that.
Remington’s little sister burst out from the hallway a few minutes later, dressed as the pink Power Ranger, because she had epic taste obviously. Remington had another emotional reunion with her before we were both pulled into playtime.
At one point, Remy’s little brother came running up to him again, throwing himself almost violently against his legs, his little body shaking.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Remington immediately asked.
“Ja-James is being mean to me. He told me that I’m an orphan and that means no one loves me.” Tears tracked down his stricken face.
The corners of Remington’s mouth tightened, and his eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched, and his hands fisted, tension coursing through his body.
He squatted down so that he was closer to eye level with his tiny brother.
“James is a fucking idiot who’s head is so far up his ass he can fuck himself.”
The boy’s eyes widened. “You said a bad word. A lot of bad words.”
“Trust me. Sometimes it’s necessary.” He stood up and patted his brother’s head. “Don’t worry. James is never going to tease you again. Which one is he?”
His brother pointed out a douchebag looking kid and Remington nodded.
“Remy,” I murmured, thinking this might not be the right time to do something crazy.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” he said, striding away.
I gave the boy a reassuring smile and then rushed after Remington.
“Hey, James, is it?”
The little kid, who really needed to sense danger faster, turned around and shot him a cocky glare.
“What do you want, loser?” he taunted.
Kids were idiots.
“James. There are monsters that live under your bed. And they aren’t nearly as scary as me. If I ever hear that you're teasing my little brother again, I’m going to show you exactly what monsters can do. Are we clear?”
The kid—James—just stared up at him, his mouth aghast, his face pale.
“Do you understand?” Remington snapped.
“Ye-yess, sir,” James said as the stench of urine filled the air.
He’d just pissed himself.
Remington smiled…evilly…and the kid dashed away, whispers filling the air as he ran past with his pants soaked.
“His parents are totally going to call your aunt,” I mused, a little impressed with him right now.
And a little turned on.
