𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

11- ~ 𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖊 ~

After awhile of practice I grabbed my phone out of my bag, only to see a bunch of missed calls from school, five from Robby and a couple of texts from Eli and Demetri. I looked back at Miguel and my dad, only to see them moving stuff around.

Now in our regular clothes, I took my phone out of my pocket and walked outside the door. Scrolling through my contacts, I was quick to find Robby's contact name. Hitting the call button, I held the phone up to my ear, pacing back and fourth in front of the door, the first beep was quickly cut off as my brother's voice could be heard on the other end of the phone.

"What?"

He sounded angry, but at the moment I didn't care, because I was angry too. "You know what." A huff in annoyance could be heard on the other end "Like you care." I scoffed and widened my eyes before glaring at the ground and saying "Excuse me?" Robby was quick to counter.

"You heard me."

I let out an aggravated sigh as I rubbed my forehead, as if to ease my arising anger. "Robby, I have been trying for years to help you. And you think I don't care?" He responded in anger "Yeah. That's right. I don't think you care. I haven't seen you in over 2 months. You haven't bothered to text or call me. Hell, your not even bothered to have this damn conversation in person! So you're damn right, I think you don't care!" My fist clenched at my side in anger as I grit my teeth.

"The phone goes both ways asshole."

All I got was the sound of a scoff in response "Whatever. Bye." I now started yelling through the phone "Robby! Robby, don't you dare-" suddenly three beeps could be heard, signaling that he ended the call. I brought the phone down from my ear and looked at the contact picture in aggravation.

'Damn it Robby. This conversation is not over.'

Robby's contact picture, was a picture of the two of us from earlier in the summer. We were standing by the docks, his elbow sat on my shoulder, having just made a joke about how short I am. A smile on his face as he laughed at the slightly angry glare I was giving him, of course I wasn't actually angry with him.

I let out a sigh before turning my phone off and shoving it in my pocket. I walked back inside the Dojo, only to notice Miguel washing the mirrors against the back wall. The ding of the doorbell seemed to have gotten his attention, stopping the scrubbing and looking over at me.

"Hey (Y/n), could you-"

I quickly walked over to my bag while cutting him off "I'm sorry Miguel, I'd help but something came up. I have to go take care of it." I picked up my bag and swung a strap over my shoulder. "Oh...okay." He mumbled as I headed back over towards the door.

"Please let my dad know that I'm alright, and to call me if he needs me."

I stopped at the door and turned to face Miguel, my eyes met with his, as he was watching me the entire time. He nodded his head in response while saying "Yeah, alright. I'll let him know." I sent him a small smile before walking out the door.

I made my way down the street to the nearest bus stop, I sat down on the bench and waited for the next bus. 'He wants me there in person. So he'll get me in person.'  After a few minutes, a bus pulled up, stopping right in front of me. A couple people got off before I piled inside it. I was quick to find an empty seat, throwing myself down in it as I put my earbuds in my ears and looked out the window. After a few minutes, the bus started to move to it's next stop.

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After a couple of stops, I got off the bus I made my way over to my mom's apartment. Which wasn't to far from the bus stop, only a couple of blocks down. Knowing their apartment number by heart, I was quick to come across it, I took my earbuds out and shoved them in my pocket, pausing the music on my phone. I rapped my fist on the door repeatedly, until a voice could be heard on the other end.