𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒍𝒊. prom

chapter forty-one:
❛ prom ❜

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It had been a month.

A month since Cameron had been taken to Kitty Hawk.

A month since Robby had saved her.

And yet, she still felt like she was trapped there.

The drugs they'd pumped into her system still lingered, dulling her senses, keeping her in a constant state of fog. Some days, it felt like she wasn't even living inside her own body. Just... floating, numb, as though someone had hollowed her out and left her there, half-existing in the spaces between awake and asleep.

The withdrawal had been brutal. The nausea. The headaches that felt like they were splitting her skull open. The nightmares-ones she couldn't even fully remember but always left her gasping for breath in the middle of the night, her pulse racing, heart pounding.

And that was on top of the shame.

Everyone knew.

The rumors spread fast-too fast. She could still hear the whispers in the hallways of West Valley High when she'd tried, for all of one day, to go back.

"Did you hear what happened to Cameron LaRusso?"

"She was, like, kidnapped or something. And on drugs."

"Robby Keene had to save her. How embarrassing."

So, she stopped going.

Stopped showing up to Cobra Kai too.

It was easier to hide.

Now, the cramped backseat of her car had become her entire world.

It wasn't much-just an old, beat-up sedan with a broken air conditioner and a half-torn "Cobra Kai Never Dies" sticker on the window. But it was hers. The only place where she didn't have to pretend she was okay.

The seats were covered in crumpled hoodies and old fast-food wrappers. She hadn't changed in days, hadn't even bothered brushing her hair properly. A half-eaten sandwich sat on the dashboard, forgotten.