The boy I wanna kiss- Rinney

I'm better

                                    🩺⋆ : ̗̀➛

!
This chapter will include lighter mention of abuse and kidnapping + maybe lots of trauma.

A/N: hey pookies. Sorry for the messed up chapter.. yeah. Well I think I'll have to time skip about a week later so Finney can get the fuck out of the hospital because I don't wanna write 7741 chapters about Finney's healing process and if I'm correct, it bores everyone out.
So I'm writing just a little about what happened after the interview and then Finney gets to go back home and make out with his little boyfriend💓

-

*Finney's POV*

In the 80s, rape is a thing where the victim is the disgusting. How do I know that? Because when I told a detective I was raped, her face immediately filled with disgust. She tried asking if I "enjoyed" it or "wanted it to happen again" but Robin would not let her go any further with the conversation. I've never seen him so furious.

After about 5 minutes of me crying, Robin began yelling.

"YOU SICK, SICK WOMAN." Robin stood up in anger and both Samantha and Anthony looked shocked. "HOW CAN YOU ASK THAT?! GET OUT BEFORE I SMASH BOTH OF YOUR FUCKING FACES IN." The pair slowly stood up and left. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands. It hurt like hell with my body still healing but in some way, it felt like I deserved it. Why would she be so disgusted by me?
Robin stood there for a minute, collecting himself after the scene before turning back to me. I heard him sigh slightly before he sat down on the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around me softly. I leaned against his shoulder and sobbed into it. Robin put one hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair gently. The other just kept holding me close.
"Don't cry Mi amor, it's okay."
But it isn't 'okay'. I will forever be stuck, knowing that I'm nothing more then a disgusting, used up fucking idiot who'll never get loved again.

-

*Finney is now healed enough to be discharged from the hospital after a week and finally get to go back home, to his sister and his father.
Finney insisted to go back to school a few days after he got discharged from the hospital.*

*Finneys POV*

Waking up from another nightmare is not exactly a pleasure. I sat up with a gasp, almost choking on my tears. I glanced over the room, remembering that I am not in that basement anymore. I'm home, in my room, in my bed.
When will these endless nightmares end. They've been going on for too long. Well, if I compare my dreams to Gwen's dreams, mine maybe aren't so bad.
I sighed and wiped some tears from my eyes as I turned to look at my alarm clock.
06:57. three more minutes.
I dragged a hand over my face and took a deep breath. At least I get to see Robin at school. He's been really sweet and caring for the past weeks. I don't deserve him, he's to good for me.
How can he bear with me? How can anyone? It's shocking how anyone even took interest in me. How-
My thoughts got interrupted by my alarm clock that rang just about 3 seconds before I shut it off. If I'd let it ring any longer, I would upset my dad.
I threw the covers off me before getting up and dragging myself out of my room.
I stopped for a second to listen for yelling or screaming but no, only the sound of newspapers pages turning and cabinets opening and closing. Probably Gwen making breakfast.
Thank god.
I made my way down the hallway and entered the kitchen as quiet as I could. The last thing I wanna do is set my dad off so he becomes a raging, violent maniac.
" Mornin' Gwen." I spoke. Gwen gave me a smile and I gave her a quick smile back before grabbing a piece of toast and some apple juice.
I threw a glance at my dad who was all sucked in by his newspapers, as usual.
"..good morning dad." I said carefully. Dad lowered his newspaper and looked at me. He hummed in response before getting right back into the page. I sat down in the seat across from him and started eating my toast.