Enemies to lovers. Robin Arellano

chapter 10.

I woke up from bruises and cuts all over my body, I hadn't remembered a thing except the grabber beating me up. this bitch smacked me so hard he gave me amnesia. I could not even move on how swollen my body was and how weakened I was.

suddenly I could hear the door to the basement unlock and the grabber come in with a knife and a big black dog...

robin's pov:

I can't do this anymore, im so worried about her, I mean what if she's in great pain and no one knows. it has been days and the police have done nothing absolutely nothing. I was over at Finns house, we were waiting for Gwen to wake up and tell us if she knew where y/n was. 

"do you think the grabber got her?" Finney asks quietly, "well who else-" I say as I was cut off by Gwen coming into the room, she looked at us both not saying anything, we both knew that it meant she didn't dream about her. 

"bullshit,  im looking for her myself!" I shout "why are you this worried about her? don't you guys hate each other?" Gwen speaks up "no. no. no I don't fucking hate her" I say quietly as I put my hands over my head and sit down "robin?" finney calls my name. "I lover her" I say as I quickly exit their house and get on my skateboard leaving them shocked with the news.

I just wonder the streets not knowing where the fuck to look for her, as im skating around some houses looking around, I see a black van, I was about to pass it when some guy dropped his groceries. I picked up my skateboard, it would be rude not to help him. when I kneeled down to pick up his dropped groceries I couldn't help but notice what was in his van. "are those black balloons in there?"

"yeah" he says as he quickly catches me, choking me. I yell for help as he sprays something in my mouth and puts me in the dark van. my mind slowly starts to shut down. 

-time skip-

I have been in here for days now, this basement smells like someone just died here... 

oh my god, this freaking phone won't stop ringing I can't do this anymore I say as I quickly get up and answer the phone pointlessly, knowing im going insane. 

"don't hang up" I hear someone say over the phone. "I won't.. who is this?" I ask. "I don't remember my name." the boy says "Why not?" I ask again being curious. "It's the first thing you lose." "First thing you lose when?"

"You know when."

he says as chills go down my spine. "do you remember anything about yourself?" I ask hoping that it would help me know who he is. "I remember playing baseball" my mind instantly goes to "bruce, bruce Yamada?" I ask as I realise im talking to the dead. "yeah. bruce. uh im bruce." he says with a little excitement in his voice.

bruce and I talked a little, he helped me and gave me a way on how I could rescue myself. as I did what bruce told me to I got tired, I hadn't eaten in days and I needed to at least sleep for my energy.

the next day the grabber came down finally bringing me food. when he put down the food he left, leaving the door open. I was overwhelmed with a little feeling of hope. I hoped he had forgotten to lock it and I had the chance to get the fuck outta here. as I start going over to the door I hear the phone ring yet again. I quickly go over to it and pick it up. 

"hello?" I say hoping someone would reply. "don't go upstairs" the boy said but he didn't sound like bruce. "why not?" I ask. "it's a trap" he said as I looked over to the door. "who are you?" I ask hoping this one could remember his name. "I don't remember" he says disappointing me. "tell me what you remember about yourself" I tell the boy. "I remember delivering newspapers"