Robin:
I stay huddled up in the corner. I feel a stray tear slip down my face. I wipe the salty liquid of my face. "I can't just sit here and be pathetic," I whisper.
I hear loud shuffling from upstairs. He must be home by now.
The grabber shuffles down the stairs with a familiar boy in his arms. "Finn," I whisper under my breath. "Oh, so you know him," the grabber smirks. "From school," I shrug, glaring at him. "So you wouldn't mind if I..," he starts, placing Finney on the ground. He slides the unconscious boy's sweatshirt and polo off. "Stop it!" I shout, pushing the grabber off of him.
"...Robin?" A honey-sweet voice calls from behind me. "Finn," I respond, a small smile forming on my face. "Don't. Touch. Him," I strictly tell the grabber. "I'll do whatever I want, boy," he responds, walking back upstairs. A loud click echos from the stairs; signaling that he locked the door.
"Are you okay?!" I call out, rushing to Finney's side. "Yeah, but where's my shirt?" He asks. "That cabrona took it off," I scowl. I toss him the shirt and sweatshirt.
He slides them on. "I missed you," he tells me. My face heats up. "I missed you too," I nervously chuckle.
I make eye contact with Finney for a second, before he burst into tears. "What's wrong?" I coo, gently pulling him in a hug. "E-Everything," he sobs. I gently rub his back.
"I know, I know,"
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Together
DiversosRobin was walking to the store, or at least he was before he went missing. Robin Arellano went missing two weeks ago. Nobody knows if he's dead or alive. Finney was looking with asearch party for Robin. Suddenly, a black van pulls up to him. He pus...
