it was just a normal party / rinney

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Finney:
What am I even doing here, I should leave.
He began to get up and SHIT.

"Finney!!!"
A drunk Bruce came towards Finney.

shit. shit.shit.

"Bruce-"
Finney groaned trying to push his body off but since he was so much taller and stronger he was struggling.

After he got off Bruce grabbed a bottle of alcohol in a red solo cup.

"What are you doing not drinking at a party!!!"
He said with slushy speech and a big broad smile on his face.

"No- no thanks Bruce go sit down"
He said leading him towards in dining room table.

"He's right. Try some"
if it isn't the one and only lying bastard!!
Or Robin, but Finneys nickname is better.

Finney didn't know what to say so he just ignored him as he dragged Bruce and sat him down to the chair next to him. He didn't even care when he got up immediately after he just got up too and tried to leave.

"Hey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I mean I don't know what I did but I just don't want you to hate me" Robin said quickly walking backwards infront of Finney.

"Can I leave please?"
Finney said as Robin was blocking the door.

"Will you be mad at me when you leave?"

"I don't know?"

"Then no."

"No? Fucking move"
He said trying to push him out the way.

"Oh! And the boy cusses!"

"We're in the same grade asshole, and I'm not a child"

"Oh! He strikes again"

Finney was a sensitive guy which is why he was feeling a lump in his throat.

He felt as if everyone was watching.

Then as he finally moved he felt himself being picked up.

fuck.

Either
Look like more of a child and flare your body
Or
Except your fate of looking like a child as a person you're starting to hate picks you up.

He chose the safest option and,
punched him in the face.

He felt his body slam into the floor as he was being dropped in mid air.

"fuck!"
He said not being able to move and he fell on a bruise.

Robin on the other hand was wiping at his nose making sure it wasn't bleeding.

Just as Finney got the strength to get up and try to run out the door he felt the collar of his shirt get caught on something and he began to choke.

As his body shot back to the thing he was stuck on he saw to hands grasping his shirt lifting his whole body off the floor.

"You fucking bitch!"
He heard the words come out the lips of Robin before getting punched right across his face giving him and immediate black out.

His face looking down un conscious he could still feel and hear it all.

That was until his hearing turned into ringing.

He snapped back into consciousness and it was to early.

He felt the fist hit his face one last time before being dropped once again.

He looked around to se a crowed of phones and yelling with Vance holding Bruce back.

He looked to way Robin and saw blood dripping off his hands.

no, he wouldn't.

he touched his nose and

"holy shit..
Holy fucking shit"

Almost his whole face felt bloody.

Just that one touch made his whole finger covered in blood and before he knew it he was out again.

Around 7 minutes go by and he wakes up to see

A sink, a bathtub, a shower, he was probably sitting on the lid of a toilet seat.

And who do you know

Vance and Robin talking as the sink was running under his bloody hands.

Vance had what looked like tape and non infection spray.

Finney couldn't barely move.

It felt like his whole body was just a bruise.

And because of that, he just didn't talk. If they knew he was just listening to there conversation, he didn't even want to finish that thought.

"... so you got mad because you wouldn't let him leave"
It sounded like Vance.

"Yea I didn't really think it through dipshit"
Yep, definitely Robin, or lying bastard.

"Yea obviously, have you seen his face"

Finney felt a waft off air fly to his face which meant they were pointing at him. he just wanted to sleep and hopefully wake up from this nightmare.

"Where does Bruce keep his small towels??"

"Why I thought your hands were clean?"

"We can't just let him bleed his face out"

"I guess.."

Finney just wanted to cry. Vance saying "I guess" just played back and forth in his head.

No one cares.
It's all just pitty.