it was just a normal party / rinney

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Finney:
He knew he needed to show he was awake soon. If they put a cold towel on his face he would 100% jump from shock.

So, he did what he had too.
Well fuck, he saw Vance's and Robins face again and instead of getting up and acted scared he just started crying.

He felt Vance's face snap to his but he couldn't stop.

"What?" Robin said to Vance but Vance didn't reply.

Robin finally saw Finney.
Which made him feel more like a child.

He began to speak but his voice was so raspy and low he was surprised they heard.

"let me leave, please"

"uhh... just.. we have to clean your face up.."
Vance said awkwardly.

Just making Finney cry more.

"I'll do it myself just leave me alone"

"Finn, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me, I just.. I don't want us to be enemy's I just.. we'll I know I ruined it but just let me do this for you."

Finney didn't reply.

"Robin you really did a number on a guy you wanted to be friends with?"

"Shut up Vance"

A few seconds went by.

"Finn?"

He didn't answer.

"Finn can I wipe the blood off?"

After a few seconds he finally answered.

"just get it over with"
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Finn felt a warm yet cold rag on his face and immediately his head shot up.

"ssss! oh my FUCK!"
He said as the rag seem to hurt his cuts.

It looked and felt old.
Robin tried not the laugh, it wasn't a good time.
He was already crying again.

After like two wipe he told him to stop.

At this point Vance was already out of the bathroom.

Robin got off his knees and waited for Finney to tell him to wipe his nose again, but instead he gradually lifted himself off the toilet seat lid.

Robin knew he was about to get in trouble as his face was no where near done.

Still very bloody.

He moved out of the way of the mirror and Finney and already had his head down.

Finney looked at himself and tried not to cry and he turned the sink on throwing the water at his face.

After he finally decided to rub his fingers to get the blood off it was all off and holy fuck.

His cheek had a massive bruise and there was a scar under his other eye.

He took a deep breath,

Nothing is worse than your father.
Maybe he has anger issues like him, maybe he can't control his anger.

He told himself and decided to finally look at his legs to see what in the world hurt so bad it made walking difficult.

A small gasp escaped from his mouth as he saw a bruise along his thigh on the scar that goddamn whip gave him.

He didn't know what to say as he could feel the tension of a sorry about to come up.

It wasn't okay
And it wasn't fine
But he didn't want to be mad

"Finney I'm really sorry. I know it wasn't okay"
Finney knew what to say.

"no, I know you can't control it. It's fine."

Robin looked up almost in relief.

"my dad has anger issues too"
Finney said. It was the right thing to do.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you, I'm honestly sorry"

"No, that's not necessary. I do have a question though."

"Anything and everything. I'll answer"
Robin really felt bad.

Debating on being up the cigarette lie. He decided to turn it down.

"Does alcohol numb your body?"