𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter Twenty-Six.

chapter twenty-six:
❛ intervention & rehab ❜

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tw: self harm and mentions of drugs

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Alessia's feet dragged as she walked toward Tommy's house, her mind spinning in a haze of confusion. She didn't want to be here, not really. But the urge to escape-everything, everyone-was overwhelming. Robby had been distant, and with everything else in her life slipping through her fingers, she needed something, anything, to stop the pain. The thought of going back to Tommy's house, the place that once felt like an escape, was just too strong to resist.

The moment she knocked, she almost regretted it. But Tommy opened the door before she could second guess herself. His familiar smirk was already in place, his eyes scanning her, as though he'd been waiting for this moment.

"I knew you'd run back to me, Chavez," Tommy said, his voice dripping with arrogance, that self-assuredness Alessia had grown used to. His gaze lingered on her, his lips curling in a way that made her stomach churn. But somehow, she couldn't look away.

She swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anger and guilt. She knew she shouldn't be here. She had a boyfriend, someone who truly cared for her. But the weight of everything-Robby, the mistakes, the constant pressure-had crushed her, and this was the only way she knew how to survive it.

"Do you have the drugs?" she asked, her voice sharper than she intended, her arms crossing in a defensive manner. Her heart thudded in her chest, but she was determined to get what she came for. No turning back now.

Tommy's lips twisted into a smug smile. "Straight to the point, huh?" he teased, stepping aside to let her in. "Come on in, Chavez. I've got what you need."

Alessia hesitated for a moment, but her feet moved before her mind could stop her. The door clicked shut behind her as she entered the house, and immediately, the familiar scent of weed and alcohol hit her like a tidal wave. The place was dark, dimly lit by neon lights, with the hazy atmosphere thick with smoke. Music played low in the background, a strange mix of beats and bass that seemed to vibrate through her chest.

"Make yourself comfortable," Tommy said, leading her to the living room where a couple of people were sprawled out on the couch, their eyes glazed over, their laughter loud and carefree. There was a sense of emptiness in the room, a feeling that matched Alessia's own.