My defender |Rinney| DISCONTINUED

Chapter 31??

TW's threw out the story: Cussing, mentions of alcohol in the beginning.

Before writing: Send help, I have 100 songs stuck in my head, I'm trying not to eat the entire house but I'm so fkn hungry for no reason.......

While writing:
(Robins mom allows Robin to drink on SPECIAL occasions because since he's turning 17 he's almost an adult.
(You have to be 18 or older to drink in Mexico, but where I live it's 21 but I'm pretty sure no one even follows that😇 or at least my family doesn't...........)
Keep this in mind

After writing: this chapter is kind of boring but I wasn't sure on what else to write about! I wasn't able to come up with a chapter name so suck it igggg🫡
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Robins POV:

My birthday was coming up soon, I was finally turning 17, my mom decided to have a party for me, it wasn't gonna be huge, just some family and friends because no way in hell was she gonna let her house get trashed and a whole bunch of drunks roam her house.
I drove to the school and hopped out, shutting the car door behind me.
There was a nice breeze but I found it cold since it's fall.
I saw Finney walking to school in jeans and a green tank top with no jacket, he's psycho.
"Hola mi amor!"
He smiled and waved, Gwen walked to the Junior high doors disappearing from my view.
Walking threw the halls of the school, Matty purposely bumped into him.
"Watch it fuckface." I shot a glare at him and he rolled his eyes, walking to his class mimicking me under his breath.
"Voy a matar a ese imbécil." I said with my hands clenched.
"Finney are you alright? Your kinda quiet today."
No response.
"Finneyy? Earth to mi amor?" I said waving a hand infront of him.
"Huh? Oh, what was that?" He questioned, looking up at me.
"What's wrong? You seem on edge and quieter, well quieter than usual." I said, there was a hint of worry in my eyes and tone.
"Oh.." he paused, looking as if he was trying to grasp the words to say something.
"Nothing, I'm alright Rob!" He smiled, giving me a side hug.
"Okayy, if you say so.." I frowned at the ground, I knew better than to push him to talk about something, but it was so hard not to..
Something had clearly happened, I noticed the small limp he had, as if every step brought him a small pain.
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Earlier that morning.
(Finney)
TW: Abuse

It was around 2am when my dad came home drunk off his ass, stumbling into anything and everything, the whole house sounded like it was being demolished.
I heard my door swing open.
"Finney, where the fuck is Gwen."
"Huh..- Dad you said she could go to her friends house?"
"No the fuck I didn't you piece of shit, no wonder your mother wanted to give you up for adoption, fucking faggot."
(Explanation: Finneys mom wanted to give her kids up for adoption because the house wasn't safe for two young kids, Finney was two and Gwen was recently born when this thought crossed her mind.)
".." those words hurt, but I knew she had good intentions.
"Get up, now." He threatened, staring at me menacingly.
I hesitated but pulled the covers off of me, standing up, I could only see the black outline of him due to how dark it was.
I felt a hand yank at my hair, throwing me to the ground.
I whined out in pain, pain erupturing threw my back and leg as I felt pressure on my leg and repetitive hits to my back.
"No please stop, please I didn't do anything! Please, it hurts! Dad!!!"
I screamed, being told to shut up countless times.
After I think 23 minutes it came to an end, I didn't want to move, so I slept on the floor.

(TW OVER!)

Robins POV:
I groaned, my locker was jammed.
I gave it a good kick and entered in the combination, thankfully it opened,
Violence is always the answer!
I grabbed my stuff for first period and shut my locker, turning it to a random number so no one knew my code.
I walked down the stairs and into my teachers class room.
Finney was already sitting down, clearly zoned out.
Something was up, and I was sure of it, but what?

I passed a note to him quietly.
heY Fim"
(The reason it says Fim is because robins handwriting is sloppy so his two n's were like a weird cursive so it looked like an m.)
He read the note and from the corner of my eye I saw him start to write.
Yeah, what's up?
He passed me the note and continued to 'listen' to the teacher.
Wama cume to my bd partee?
(One again, the m in wanna are two n's, and Robin also has dyslexia, that's why the spelling is off.)
I slipped him the paper.
Yeah! When is it? What do you want for your birthday?
He slipped the note on over and I read it, trying my best to comprehend it.
It next week on satrday n dont get me anything
I passed the note back.
I'll get you something, and yeah I'll be able to make it!
I smiled and took his hand, secretly kissing it before letting it go.
He gave a small smile and returned half of his focus to the teacher, copying down notes.
"Alright everyone, we have a test."
I frowned, the teacher gave us no time to prepare, and worst of all I was struggling to comprehend the lesson.
She passed out the tests and both me and Finney got to work.
The first and second question were okay I guess, but now I'm staring at the third one.
The words twisted around in a jumble, I let out a very quiet whine and furrowed my eyebrows in concentration.
I hadn't even noticed my foot was bouncing.
After around 15 minutes of erasing and rewriting, trying to solve the problem Finney slid his paper over near me and I took a few shy glances, not wanting to get caught cheating.
I tried my best to explain how 'I' got the answer.
Before I knew it, with Finney's help of course I was on the third to last question.
"Alright everyone 5 minutes before the bell, please hand in your tests, I think most of us have finished, if not you can work on it tomorrow."
I frowned, getting up and handing in the test.
It's like every lesson wouldn't stick inside my brain—
As if it was far to full already, the words went in one ear and out of the other, no information being comprehended.
The bell rang and I gathered up my stuff and walked out of the classroom, watching for Finn's limp.

1168 words, big fat forehead kiss to you✌️