𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 (DISCONTINUED)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 26

Finlay drove to the skate park to meet Robby the next day. Everything in him told him to turn around and get ready for practice but he couldn't do that. He was at a standstill with Alora. She was getting increasingly worse and he didn't know what to do, who to trust. The only person he really trusted with this information was Robby. He was the only one who cared for Alora as much as he did. That was reason enough.

Finlay parked his car, looking around for the green-eyed boy. He spotted him sitting on a bench, looking down at his phone with a conflicted expression. Finlay blew out a breath, steeling himself, before walking over. He cleared his throat causing the other boy to look up.

"Finlay," Robby greeted, sitting straight up.

Finlay nodded at him and cleared his throat again. "Look, this doesn't have to be awkward. I just need to tell you what's going on with Alora."

Robby's face grew severe, "What's wrong with Alora?"

Finlay sighed, taking a seat on the bench too. "Cobra Kai...it's gotten into her head," he looked up to the sky for a moment to gather his words. "She's gotten distant and aggressive and...I don't want to say apathetic but she almost is. She's drinking way too much. She's stealing again. She doesn't know that I know that she's off her meds; I'm not sure why."

Robby's heart hurt. This was not his happy, spunky, playful girl. He assumed she was going to have some problems after he left but he never would've guessed it would get to this extent. He never should've left her there. He should've stayed to get her out, not abandoned her when she needed him most.

"Karate and drinking are the only two things she really cares for these days," he continues, tears began to prick at his eyes as he described his best friend. "Her smiles and laughs aren't the same. The only time I think they're real is when our senseis compliment her," he scoffs.

"Compliment her for being cruel. And last night she came home late. I mean, she usually comes home late because she stays later to train with Sensei Sanchez but she was really late yesterday. She missed her therapy session which she's never done before. And when she came home she was all banged up and she being cagey, refusing to tell me how it happened, who did it," Finlay shook his head, looking down to the cracks in the concrete.

Robby swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. "How banged up?"

"Scratches and bruises all up and down her arms, a few on her legs," Finlay described, almost wincing at the memory. "She can't be in Cobra Kai any longer but she doesn't want to see reason. Whenever I mention it, she shuts down. I want to leave Cobra Kai and take her with me but she won't go and leaving without her would make everything even worse. You see how well that worked out for you."

Robby sighs, agreeing. It was silent for a moment as both of their minds raced for an answer. "Let me talk to her."

Finlay's head snapped up. "What?"

"Let me talk to her," Robby repeated. "I don't know if it'll bring her back but it might do something."

Finlay stared at him, studying his expression. The way his hands were clenched together in his lap, his tortured face, the inconsistent tap of his foot on the ground. Finally, he relented, "Fine but if she ends up worse than she was before you talked, I'm blaming you."

Alora hit the punching bag in a quick succession; right, left, right, right, left. She chanted the words over and over again in her head as her fists rained down furiously on the bag. Even though practice had ended fifteen minutes ago, she was still there, as always, waiting for Sensei's Kim and Sanchez. However, instead of both of them, only Sensei Sanchez approached her. She stopped her combos and turned to face him, automatically bowing.