Queen of The Valley • Robby Keene

Chapter 47

{Pre-Season 6 episode 1}
1st person
(Mature content at end)

Shutting down is one of the worst things a person could do. Blocking everyone out of their life, hating themselves, hating everyone. Not knowing if you wanted to be on the face of the earth or not.

It's been a couple days since the police informed me about the death of my mother. No little sister anymore, she got turned into an adoptive center since I apparently wasn't a suitable guardian.

All I did all day was lay in bed, lie there and stare at the ceiling, my phone buzzing and ringing by my head. Silence filled my room, complete silence. Which I haven't experienced ever in this apartment. It was always filled with the beeping of a heart monitor, or crashing of toys that my sister was playing with.

During those few days of my rotting, Miguel and Robby were mostly there, since they lived basically right next to me. They've been taking care of me. Trying to at least. Comforting me, bringing me food even though I refused to eat. Every piece of food I put in my mouth doesn't taste appealing.

So much things ran through my mind. The Sekai Tekai, my friends that are worried about my health, Robby. I should be training, I should be busting my ass at the dojo, but all I'm doing is lying here. Staring at the ceiling. Blocking everyone out. Which just makes me hate myself more.

Light taps break the silence of my apartment. It was Miguel, I could tell by the way his soft steps approached my room, "Hi Syl..." he gently pushes my bedroom door open.

I genuinely felt bad for him, felt bad that he came back everyday, trying and trying to get me to feel better. Heal me. But I can't understand why my brain won't let me do what he so desperately wants me to do. It's like I'm clawing, desperately wanting to get better, for him and Robby, my friends and senseis.

But that stupid part of my brain just won't let me. My body won't either. Miguel gently sits down next to me. "How're you feeling?"

He asked this everyday, and everyday my response would be simple. Couple words. "I'm fine." I ran a hand down my face, gazing up at him. He could see the tiredness in my eyes, which he hated.

"You sure? Do you need anything? Food?" He gently asks. "It's okay, I'm good." I wasn't good but, he probably knew that. "Oh okay, I've been thinking Syl. Do you maybe want to get out the apartment? Or maybe just hang out here? I can call Robby over."

I contemplated it, I really wanted to. Miguel takes note of my facial expression. Smiling and standing up, holding his hand out to help me up. "Fine, fine." I take his hand, he pulls me up and out of bed. Rare sighting.

I groan, stretching out my legs. "Do you need a minute?" Miguel gently asks. "Yeah, give me a few." I reply. He nods, giving my hand a squeeze before walking out my room.

This was probably the first time I got out of bed and I felt disgusting. I dragged myself out of my room, into the bathroom.

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After I finally felt myself again, not some depressed rotting loser I got out the bathroom, Robby was waiting for me. "Hey baby." Robby slowly walks over, gently placing his hands on my waist as if scared I'll break again.

"Feeling better?" He rubs his thumbs in circles against my skin. "Much better." I reply, draping my arms around his neck, gazing at his eyes. He stared back at mine, his eyes full of softness, "You know you can trust me with anything right? Tell me whatever and I'll listen."

My lips pull into a small smile, for probably the first time this week. "I know." I reply, nodding. "Good, so what do you wanna do?" He continues caressing my waist gently. "Can we just hang out?"

"Of course come on." He interlocks his hands in mine, leading me over back to my room. He lies down on my bed, bringing me gently with. He hugs me close to his body, I snuggle my head into his chest as he buries his face into my hair.

"I missed this." He mutters, caressing my arm gently with his hands. "Missed cuddling?" I tease him. "I missed you,"

I nod slightly, suddenly feeling bad for pushing him away mentally. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, I should've let you help me instead of shutting everyone out..."

He shakes his head, "no, don't be sorry. You shouldn't be sorry. You went through a lot. And I'm just glad you're feeling better now." He honestly says, pressing a kiss against my head.

"Thank you, for caring about me so much." I mutter. Relishing the feeling of being in his arms again. "It's just the bare minimum. You mean so much to me Syl. I care about you more than anything else."

I lift my head to look at him. His eyes full of adoration, maybe love? "Really?" I quietly ask with a small smile. "Really." He nods.

My lips tug into a bigger smile, I prop myself up on my elbows, leaning closer to his face. Robby's hands come up to cup my cheeks. He pulls me closer, pressing our lips together.

The kiss started slow, passionate and full of love. He moved a hand down my back, gently playing with my hair along the way. I smile against his lips, moving my hand into his hair.

The kiss started getting intense, heated and passionate. His tongue slipped past my lips. Our tongues started dancing together for what seemed like forever. Robby moves his hands down my back, to my hips, giving them a light squeeze as he guided me on top of him.

I separated from his lips momentarily, adjusting my straddle position on top of him. I grin before leaning down, kissing him again as his hands moved to my thighs. Massaging and gripping the flesh there.

He cautiously traveled up my thighs, back to my hips and then finding my ass. I hum against his lips, the vibration of my hum making him erection grow involuntarily.

He grabs onto my ass firmly as he parts from my lips and move down my cheek, jaw, and then my neck. He nipped at my skin, leaving little love bites along my neck and collarbone.

He moved one hand up to my waist, sneaking under the shirt I was wearing. He grabs my shirt slightly tugging it and looking at me for permission. I nod, giving him a slight grin as he tugs it off.

His eyes latch to my figure, especially my chest. "You're gorgeous." He breaths out, moving his hand to cup my breast through my bra. He runs his thumb over my hardened nipple through my bra. Making me moan quietly.

"I want you." He gently whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "I want you too." I gasp out. He moves his hand to the back of my bra. Gently unclasping and slowly moving it off me.

Robby slowly wrapped an arm around my waist, gently flipping us over so he's on top. "Beautiful." He breathes out, slowly moving his hand to grip one of my breasts. He lowers his head, gently pressing kisses at the flesh there.

He swirls his tongue around my nipple, his hand massaging my other breast. He moves his kisses down, to my stomach and then to the top of my shorts. He looks up at me again. "Can I make you mine?"

"Make me yours."

{sorry for being so inactive, here's a cute chapter. I hope I can continue this story and write season 6 soon! Check @sylvvykac.wp on tik tok for an edit!}