Robin:
I feel a throbbing pain all over. A light weight lays in my lap. My eyes slowly flutter open.
"My shirt is wet," I mumble. Finney lays in my lap, his face puffy and wet. I slightly shift, pulling him into a hug. "...Robin?" He quietly mumbles. "Hey Amor," I respond.
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"Robin, if we never get out of here, I need to tell you something," Finney sighs. "We'll get out of here, querido, I promise," I smile, wrapping my arms around him. "Promise you won't hate me..?" He asks, sounding like he's about to cry. "I could never hate you, cariño," I chuckle.
"I..." he starts before taking a deep breath. "I like you, like a lot,"
My face turns a bright red. "I like you too," I smile. His eyes widen as he hides his head in my shoulder. I pull him closer to me. I chuckle as I feel his quick heartbeat against my chest.
He slowly makes eye contact with me. His eyes flicker to my lips. I lean closer to him. He quickly pushes our lips together.
Finney sits in my lap as he throws rocks against the wall. He grabs a bigger one, and throws it against the wall, hard. The wall crumbles against the pressure.
"Take it," Finney says, handing me the rock. He rushes forward and grabs another rock. "Hit it against the wall, and as hard as you can," he demands. "Okay..?" I say, confused.
We repeatedly slam the rock against the wall. The wall chips, until theirs a huge hole. "A storage room," he mumbles. "There's a door!" I yelp, grabbing his hand and pulling him through.
We walk out the door, noticing the bright sun. "Lets go!" I whisper shout. We run to the nearest house and bang on the door.
The woman answers and automatically recognizes us. "I'm calling the cops," she mumbles, dialing the police's number.
I wanted to finish this soooooo
