missing. - finney blake

⭒ chapter 17

the phone began ringing. of course. "cmon" i said and helped finney up. he took my hand and we walked over to the phone. finney picked it up and pressed his head against the phone.

"what?" he said. "hey finn, what's happening" from over it. holy shit. robin?? finney immediately perked up and we exchanged a look. he squeezed my hand. "robin?" finney said.

"hey buddy, don't cry."

"i'm not"

"yes, you are. i can see you. i can see y/n too. i have been this entire time. i can see you both. i always know you thing had a thing" robin said. "we don't have a 'thing'!" i yelled. he only laughed. i watched finney smile at me and shake his head.

"i'm with you both. i've been with you this entire time" robin continued.

"you have?"

"a man never leaves a friend behind. my dad didn't leave his buddies behind when he went to 'nam. that's why he didn't come home. and i'm not coming home, either. and i'm not going to leave either of you behind."

"we'll all be together again soon" finney said.

"fuck that. you guys ain't gonna go like i did."

"we've tried everything! nothings working"i said from finneys shoulder. "yet." robin said.

"robin..."

"do you remember what i told you?"

"that i needed to see texas chainsaw massacre?"

"before that"

"that someday i have to stand up for myself"

"'someday' is today, finn. and y/n's gonna help!" he said.

"hell yes i am!" i said with joy. robin only laughed.

"todays the day you stop taking shit from anybody."

"i'm not a fighter like you, robin. you couldn't even take him."

"that's why you have meeee" i said into his ear. he just laughed and squeezed my hand again.

"plus, you've always been a fighter, finn. that's what we have in common, that's why we were friends. that's why you like y/n."

"oh?" i asked.

"don't out me, robin."

so we do have something...

"you were always afraid to throw a punch, but you always knew how to take one. and you always got back up every time."

"i'm not strong enough."

"you have to be. you're getting out of here. with y/n, you're strong enough. if you can't do it for you, do it for me. and god damnnit, do it for y/n."

"what does it matter?"

"because i don't want to die for nothing. and i don't want y/n to just because you wouldn't take on a challenge! i want to at least have died for a friend. and because i can't kill that hijo de puta, you have to do it for me."

"how?"

"you guys are gonna use a weapon."

"what weapon?"

"the one in your hand."

"the phone?"

"have y/n fill the receiver with dirt. have her pack it in tight. give it some heft."

"then what?" i asked while taking the phone from finneys hand while he wiped the sweat off his hands.

"then you guys are gonna practice over and over. you raise the phone, take a fast step back. step forward and swing!"

i tapped finneys shoulder and had him come listen.

"you guys try it."

"now?" finney asked.

"yes."

robin repeated the instructions. raise the phone. fast step back. step forward, step back and swing.

me and finney both continued to repeat the motions, over and over.

you raise the phone.

take a fast step back.

step forward.

step back.

swing.

you raise the phone.

take a fast step back.

step forward.

step back.

swing.

raise the phone.

fast step back.

step forward.

step back.

swing.


finney picked up the phone. "you got it?" robin asked us. "now have y/n the phone with dirt like i told you."

"will we still be able to talk with you?"

"this was the last call, finn. it's all you guys from here on out."

finney took a step towards the phone. "we miss you, robin."

"so much" i said into the phone. "then get out for me. use what we gave you."

"we will."

"bye guys."

"bye robin."

and he hung up the phone.