Idiot || robin arellano

7. Pocketknife

It's been days since Robin's disappearance.
First period sucks. I was excused from the project since my partner got kidnapped, but I think I would chose the possible F and arguing with him over the free A.

I genuinely am worried. The Grabber has to be very strong.

That night I'm laying in bed. I need to do something. Maybe he's still alive.

I sit up and get dressed.

I look at myself in the mirror. I notice Robin's bandanna. I grab it and tie it around my belt loop on my jeans.

I carefully make my way downstairs making sure to grab a pocketknife on my way out.

I walk outside and start to walk around.

I'm now realizing how dumb this is. I'm not going to find anything.

I keep walking. I feel like I have to.

I get to a house. There's a man walking out to the garbage. I walk past him and try to ignore him.

"What are you doing out so late?" He asks.
"Oh I'm going back home my dad is waiting for me." I lie.
"Oh okay." He says. I go back to walking.

I hear movement behind me and manage to look back. I see him walking towards me and before I even process what's happening I feel him hit me.

I stumble back in pain.

He grabs me. I pull out the knife and press it into his arm with all my strength.
"You bitch!" He yells pushing me back against something hard. Everything goes black as my head hits it.

———— Robins pov

I hear the click as the lights turn on. I sit up and wait for him to walk in. He does and he's holding a body.

"She fucking cut me." He says as he throws her lifeless body on the mattress. I look at her and notice it's Y/n.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I ask.
"She cut me. I had to protect myself. Pushed her against the pole."
"You pendejo."
"I'm sure you'll explain everything to her." He says before leaving.

I move over to her and lift her head up. I rest her head on my lap to elevate it.

I try not to stare as I keep looking back at her seeing if she's woken up.

———— Y/ns pov
I open my eyes carefully. I have no idea what's happening.

I look up. There's Robin.

"Robin?" I ask. His eyes dart to me.
"You idiot." He sighs.
"How am I an idiot you're down here too?" I say putting a hand on my forehead.
"What happened?" He asks as he helps me sit up.
"I came out here to try to help you." I say.
"What?"
"Yeah I had a knife and everything, he attacked me and I stabbed him." I say. I reach for the knife but obviously it's gone.
"Yeah he said you did." He says.
"Shit that dickhead took my knife." I say sighing.

"Yeah he took my belt." He says.
"What why?" I ask confused on why he'd want Robins belt.
"I don't know." He says.

I look around the room. My eyes land on the phone.
"Does it work?" I ask.
"No. I already tried." He says.
"Shit."

"What have you tried?" I ask.
"I tried breaking the window, screaming, yelling, I charged at him once. He gave me this and claimed it to be a warning. He said it was my only one." Robin says. He lifts his arm to show me the dark red mark that now was on his skin.

My eyes meet his.

"We're not getting out." I mutter. He sighs.

"I hate you." I say.
"What?" He says sounding confused.
"If you wouldn't have been stupid and gotten kidnapped, I wouldn't have gotten the free A on the project." I say.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He says looking at me as if I wasn't speaking English (or Spanish.)

"Then I wouldn't have missed our stupid arguments." I say. His eyes search mine. "I missed you arguing with me over what color pen to use. Do you hear how fucking dumb I sound? I hate you. I hate you so much. I hate you so much I came all the way out here in the middle of the night to look for anything that could help me help you. I hate you and now my knife is gone." I say. I take a breath after.

He smiles at me.

"You missed me?" He asks softly.
"Did you not hear me? I hate you." I say looking away from him for a second before looking back at him. He smiles at me.

"Ew stop doing that." I say.
"Doing what?" He asks chuckling softly.
"Smiling at me. It's strange." I say.
"So is you saying you miss me." He says still smiling.
"I also said I hate you." I say. He laughs.

"I missed you too." He says.

I look up at him not really believing the words that just came out of his mouth.
"What?"
"Yeah. You used to be a pain in the ass, but the last couple of weeks you grew on me. Don't get me wrong you still were a pain in the ass but it wasn't too bad." He says.

Now it was my turn to smile.

"Plus being down here alone was scary. I didn't have anyone to talk to. I thought every time that door would click that, that was it. That, that would be when he'd kill me." He says.
"Don't say that." I say.
"It's true. I was scared. I felt powerless and weak. But now you're here and if we don't get out either he will kill us or you'll kill me." He says. I laugh softly.

"But yeah I would've done anything in those moments to decide what pen color to use." He says smiling at me. I smile back.

"Black is the obvious answer." I say. He laughs and shakes his head.
"It's too late for you to be wrong." He says while I laugh.
"You're funny."

(A.n: thoughts??