Robin and y/n are sworn enemies, but will it stay that way when they both get kidnapped? Will the love grow or will the hatred? Will they both make it out? Read to find out!
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.•**•. Y/NS POV: My vision felt blurry as I felt someone shake me violently. "Y/N!" Y/NNNN!!" They said dragging out the last letter in my name. My vision got more clear, and I made out the person shaking me, and yelled my name to be robin. I sat up, and hugged my knees as I rub my eyes. "What... happened?" I question not remembering anything. "You passed out" he said looking at the ground as if he was guilty. "Why?" I question once again. "The grabber slapped you" he answered. I smack the back of my head against the hard, concrete wall as I feel tiered again. "I'm so tired" I say banging my head on the wall a couple more times as I groan in pain. "Then go to bed" he said. Wait, I was having a conversation with robin Arellano. I HATE him. But do I really? I realize I had been thinking and staring at robin for a while so I answer him. "Okay" . I lay down on the cold, bloody, stained, hard, sheetless, mattress as my eyes close shut I feel even more tired, and somehow more comfortable. As I roll over I feel the fantasy of my dream take over, and with that I fell into a dream state.
ROBINS POV: Love. What is love? I'm not sure. My dad died when I was only four, I don't have much memory of him. My mom, and my stepfather never got along. I never really seen what love is. I've never even felt love. Not even to this beautiful sleeping girl right in front of me, only hatred. I know what hatred is, it's where you feel a strong disliking towards a person, like how I feel about y/n. I hate her, I hate her crooked teeth, I hate her 1970's haircut. I hate her beat up knees. I hate her. At least that's what I tell myself.
FINNYS POV: It's been about 2-3 weeks. I haven't seen y/n, nor robin. Both of my best friends gone. I miss y/n so much. She's always been there for me, she's my other half, my sun, my sister. But now she's gone, and I don't know what to do anymore.
BILLYS POV: Empty. That's all I feel. I haven't gotten out of bed, nor ate in about 3 weeks. My best friend is missing, and there's nothing I can do. I feel dead. I've cut myself, cried, and burnt my thighs. I know she's never coming back, I'd like to think she had already came back, and nobody told me yet, but I know that's not true. I know what I have to do. I have to kill myself. That's the only way I'll see her again. Right? I wrote my goodbye letters, and got my blade. I set the letters on my bed, and shed my last tear. I put the blade against my throat and push back and slide the blade across my throat. Goodbye world, I'll miss you. Even if you don't miss me.
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A/N Im so sorry I haven't been active, I've been soooooooo busy. But I only have 1 more chapter left fr this time!!
