𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Happy Birthday, Luka

SAD!~ XXXTENTACION
"I'm sad I know, yeah, I'm sad, I know"

Robyn POV
I threw my legs out of bed, contemplating if I wanted to go to school today. It's September 2nd which means today is Luka's birthday.

I think I should just stay in

My phone ringing caused me to pat around my billet in a search for it.

When I finally placed my hand on it, I picked up then answered it before bringing it to my ear

"It's Robyn Finch, who's this?" I answered in a sleepy voice

"Woo." I heard a bosom voice mutter

It's Lyriq...

"Oh hey. Good morning." I sat up

"Hey Robyn, I-uhm, I got your hoodie and shit. I'll bring it to first period for you," she faltered

"That's all you had to tell me?" I asked

"Yep." She cleared her throat

"Okay. Uhm, I might not show up for first period—or any periods at all. Kind of having a faulty day." I scratched my head

"What's wrong?" She asked in a worried voice

"Well, it's personal but...just don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow," I responded

"You sure you're okay?" She asked again

"Yeah I'm sure-

"Usually you sound more...I don't know. Want me to skip with you?" She asked

"No you don't have to. I'm fine, I promise," I shook my head

"I'll meet you at Pop's Diner in 30. Bye Robyn," she said before hanging up

Great! Now I have to leave out of the house. Well, at least I get to spend time with her. I would rather her not miss school because of my situation but I appreciate her thoughtfulness

I sighed harshly as I placed my feet on the ground

*ping*
Uncle Robert: hey kid, I know today's a tough day for you so I went ahead and told the school you wouldn't show up. Text me if you need anything, I'm gone to work at the studio. Your aunt Georgie is also at work, Matthew is at school so you're home alone.
Love, Uncle Robert.

I let out a bitter smile as I hearted the thoughtful message from my uncle. Man, I wish my dad was like this. He hardly ever speaks to me; I think he likes Matty more than me.

When he learned about my birth defect he wasn't too happy or approving of it. When I was young, and he used to drink—he'd tel me that I was a mistake and that I wasn't wanted. He still never apologized for it either. He always says I'm lying if I bring it up but I know he knows I'm not.

I went into my walk in closet, picking something to wear before I took my shower.

After I was done bathing, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my moist flesh—I went into my room, wiping myself dry with the towel before putting on my boxer briefs and my sports bra. I applied deodorant to my armpits and I sprayed cologne around me