All my fault || Robin Arellano

Chapter Four

Camila Flores

I jolted up as I heard the door open.

I looked around the room quickly to find Robin, and I saw him sitting in a corner closer to the door.

He quickly stood up as he saw the grabber with a tray in his hands.

"I made you guys some breakfast." He said.

I slightly scrunched my face in disgust.

After I hadn't eaten for a while, my appetite sorta went away. I wasn't really in the mood to eat right then.

He sighed loudly while putting the tray on the floor.

"Eat it. Don't eat it. I mean, it's not like you have anything else to eat, right?" He said as he started walking out.

"There's only one plate." I said, which made him stop in his tracks.

He turned around back to us.

"Sharing is caring." And by the look in his eyes, i could tell he smiled.

He closed the door but left it unlocked.

I looked at Robin to make sure he knew, and he was already looking at me when I did.

"The door." I mouthed to him.

He nodded as a response, and we both walked over to it.

I was too scared to pull the door so Robin did it and as soon as he did the phone rang.

I went over to it and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

It was quiet for a moment before a voice said,

"Don't go upstairs."

I turned to look at Robin who was still by the door holding the handle, looking confused for a lot of reasons.

"Why not?" I asked the boy.

"It's a trap."

"Wait are you Bruce?" I asked confused as to why the voice sounded different.

"Who's Bruce?" The boy said sounding just as confused as I was.

Robin looked at me weird, well over confused.

"I talked to Bruce last night." I told him turning my head away from Robins attention.

"I don't know a Bruce."

"He's the baseball player." I said trying to see if he knew who Bruce was.

"We don't play baseball here." He said back.

What does he mean by 'here'?

"Who are you?" I said eager to hang the phone up so me and Robin could go upstairs.

"I don't remember my name."

"You too? Did you play any sports?" I asked trying to get an answer out of him.

"I delivered news papers."

My face went pale.

Billy.

"Billy Showalter?"

"Maybe." He said but I was certain.

I've seen him riding around town a few times, delivering news papers.

"No, no you're Billy."

"Do not go upstairs." He said pausing in between each word.

"Why what's he doing?" I asked scared for the answer.

"He's waiting. On the other side with that fucking belt."

A belt? What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"He didn't say you guys could leave. So if you try, he'll punish you."

Just by the way he said that, I assumed it would be worse then the way his sick mind was.

Way worse.

"He'll beat you with that belt till you pass out, both of you. It hurts. Real bad. You'll cry, you'll beg him stop. We all did. But he just keeps beating you." He finished and the line went dead.

Did he actually just hang up on me?

"What? Hello? Billy?"

I sighed and put the phone back.

"Robin we can't go up there." I told him.

"What? What are you talking about? He left the door open, we can escape."

I walked up to him.

"Trust me if you heard what I just did on the phone, you wouldn't want to go up those stairs." I told him shaking my head a little at him.

"What? No! No way, I'm going up there." He said getting angry.

"You'd just leave me? You're not even gonna make it out the front door." I said to him with a serious voice on.

He looked away from me, rolling his eyes and moving his head around the room. I didn't look away from him.

I scoffed.

"Fine, go up there. Don't come back to me crying when you can't walk because of a goddamn belt!"

"Belt? That motherfucker has a belt?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders at him with a annoyed expression on my face, and turned around and walked right back to the bed.

"I'm just going to look. I'll be back."

Yeah, right.

I knew I cared if he got hurt by the grabber, but I was just too mad at him and Robin wouldn't stop till he tried at least once.

So I let him.

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Not even a minute later he came back down and quietly shut the door.

I looked up at him as he stood right in front of the edge of the bed where I was.

I turned my head at him curious to know what he saw.

"You were right, he has a belt." He said quietly.

"What'd I tell you?" I said telling him I was right. Obviously.

"He was just sitting in a chair right in front of the door with no shirt on. Probably waiting for one of us to go up there." He told me and he sat next to me on the bed.

"The fuck?" I said, creeped out.

"I know."

It stayed silent for a few seconds.

"This fucking uniform is so uncomfortable." I said quietly to myself out loud tugging on my skirt.

However since the only thing you can hear when you're in a basement, is your own breathing and talking, he heard what I said.

"Take it off then." He said in a tone that sounded like it was obvious, and kinda serious.

I shot my head to look at him.

"Yeah like I have something to change into."

He's so dumb sometimes. But it was cute, sometimes.

"Just saying." He said in defense.

This boy will be the death of me one day.

I turned my head back straight ahead and sighed.

"Oh my god." I said annoyed at the situation i was in right then. and flopped my back on the bed.

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AN: I hate them cheer uniforms bruh