𝐀𝐞𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

3.2 I Wanna Rock

*Robby's POV*

I've only been in juvinial prison for a short amount of time, but I've learned to keep my nose down and keep to myself. Not that I was gonna try to make any friends in a place like this.

"I said that's our table homie!" I look up from my book to see a group of guys picking on one of the other inmates. "You ain't deaf, just dumb as shit." The biggest guy says before slamming the kids face into the table.

I jolt to my feet. I guess it was just instinct now. The big guy looks over at me and I freeze. This wasn't the kind of people I was used to fighting. These guys were big, strong, and angry. The kid turns around and I see blood dripping from his nose. "You ok man?" I ask. He doesn't say anything, he just walks past me.

The big guy and his friends sit down and a guard walks in.

"Robby Keene. Phone call." He walks back out and closes the door. I walk over to the wall and pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Robby!" Mr. LaRusso's voice comes through from the other line and I sigh. I couldn't help but be pissed at him. I trusted him to help me and all he did was get me thrown in here.

"I'm so glad I got you-" Before he can say another word I hand the phone back on the wall, hanging up. I walk back over to my table and pick up my book.

*Cassie's POV*

I sat in bed clicking through the terrible tv channels, bored out of my mind. Just as I was about to give up someone makes themselves known. "Hey."

I look to the door and see Sam. "Hey." I say giving her a pleasantly surprised smile. She timidly walks over to the side of my bed. "I hope it's ok, me just showing up like this...How are you?"

I give her a small laugh and she quickly withdrew her question. "I mean...sorry, I...It's a stupid question." I shake my head. "It's ok." I give her a reassuring smile and she relaxes. " I have a surgery on Friday. Some doctor from out of state who supposedly works miracles." I say.

"That's great, right?" She asks and I lean my head side to side indecisively. "I'm not getting my hopes up. The surgery costs a ton and my dad's gonna be in dept. And there's no guarantee it'll work, but..." I say hopelessly shrugging. I really was feeling unsure about the surgery. I knew the chances of me walking again were low. I just wanted someone to be straight up with me and tell how things really were.

"I think if anyone can beat the odds, it's you." Sam says trying to give me hope. I nod, still not fully believing in myself. I see her nervously rub her inner arm. 

"Is that from Tory?" I ask noticing she's rubbing a claw-like scar. She lifts her sleave. "Yeah, it's really not that bad." 

"Yeah." I scoff. "Kinda makes me look tough." She says and I laugh a little. "You don't need a scar to look tough." I tell her. She smiles and looks down at her shoes.

Our eyes meet and my smile falls and I look back at her scar. "I'm really sorry about that, Sam." I say and she shakes her head. "You didn't do anything." She steps closer. I shake my head in denial. If I had just gotten to her sooner...

"She's the one that decided to go crazy." She says. I nod in agreement. I don't know what was going through Tory's head when she attacked Sam. I understand that she was hurt, but that wasn't a good enough reason to start a fight.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing." I look at Sam, confused. "What?" I ask her.

"I'm the reason you're in here." She starts to tear up. I shake my head. "Not you too." I slip out. She looks at me confused. "Miguel. He came in here blaming himself too." She drops her head at his name and I sigh.