Together

8

Robin:
"Good night, Armor," I smile down at him. "Good night," he says, before slowly closing his eyes.

I hear footsteps stomping down the stairs. My grip on Finney tightens.

He silently stares at Finney. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout at him. "You have got a mouth to you kid," he growls, slowly approaching us.

He grips my hair and throws me to the side. Finney is still asleep on the cold hard ground.

He drags me by my wrist upstairs. I struggle to get out of his grip. He opens his attics door, and throws me in there.

He slides his belt off of his pants. He throws it to the side and begins to undress himself, leaving him only in boxers. I look away and squeeze my eyes shut.

He approaches me, beginning to touch me. "S-Stop! S-stop it!" I shout. "Don't touch me!" I yelp, trying to escape his grasp. "The more you argue, the worst it will be," he says, running his hands up my shirt.

His hands are cold and gross against my bare skin. He slowly pulls off my shirt. "S-stop!" I sob, trying to get him off of me.

He grabs me and pulls me closer to him. He pulls off my pants as I continue to struggle. He kisses my neck and bare chest, leaving small marks on my skin. "Let. Me. GO!" I shout, kicking him off of me.

He grabs his belt off of the ground and slams it against my body. "S-stop!" I sob, feeling the hard leather against my skin.

He beats me until I pass out.