Truth or Dare? [ON HOLD]

Chapter One

Two Months Ago:

His body lay on the steel table.

All bruised up and bloody, barely recognisable apart from the single tattoo of a star on his shoulder which I’d recognise blindfolded.

And then there were people.

All crowded into the single room eith the dim, swinging light, with one thing in common. Guns, pointed at me. More specifically, my heart.

Maybe they wanted to take revenge on me for the thing that haunted me the most. Maybe they all blamed me too. Just like how I did.

They were walking towards me, and I started to feel claustrophobic, my hands sweaty, tears running down my grimy, oil stained face.

"..Please." I croaked out, my throat dry and painful. I don’t know why, but I was scared.

Terrified to say the least.

Then, before I knew it, the people parted like the red sea, creating a pathway leading me to his table. I stood there confused, my heartbeat thumping loudly in my head, the sound echoing loudly that I was afraid they could hear it and that they were aware of how much they affected me.

All it took, was one push from someone and then I was looking down at his face, but what made me gasp were his open green eyes. 

I was about to speak, when he opened his mouth to say something, and then deep crimson liquid started flowing out of his mouth.

He made a strange noise as if gurgling, and then I heard him speak, his voice barely audible due to the amount of blood in his mouth.

"Robin..."

I tried replying, but my throat was so dry the word would not leave my mouth.

"Robin..."

He seemed to be struggling now, and then I heard it again. One last time, though the difference was, there was a matter of urgency in this one.

"Robin.."  And then there was more blood, flowing from his nose, eyes and open wounds.

Then a scream...

"Robin! Wake up!" 

I furiously opened my eyes, my head spinning, the room a mass of swirly colours. My breathing was heavy, and my pillow felt wet. My mind was still stuck in the nightmare I had, the same one that haunted me whenever I slept.  So it was me that screamed.

 A normal person would've gotten over it by now, what with it being nearly a year, but somehow I still haven't. Because deep down I knew the reason why.. 

It was my fault.

"Robin are you okay?"

 I glanced up, to see Xavier standing there, concern etched in his brown eyes. 

Slowly, I nodded and was about to open my mouth, ready to say 'yes I'm fine now' but was shocked when hot wet tears started streaming down my face.

The doctors said this would happen. Even the psychologists. Hell, they even put me on suicide watch for a week because they were so worried.

Xavier swiftly sat on the edge of my mattress and wrapped his arms around me, rocking me back and forth.

"Ssh. It's going to be ok Robin. Things will get better.."

I sniffed into his shirt, breathing in the warm comforting smell of my step-brother and before I knew it, my eyelids were droopy and I felt the mattress rise, his arms leaving me, and letting my head slowly touch the pillow.

I barely registered him kissing my forehead, and then...silence..

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"Hey, if you need to go home, just call me ok?"

 I just shrugged at him and was about to step out of his Black SUV when he sighed loudly causing me to stop where I was; one foot out and one foot in.

"Robin look at me."

I slowly turned to face him, only to see him looking ever so impatient. I would've thought that after living with me for nearly eighteen months he would get used to waiting, but it seemed I was wrong.  

"Well?"

"Okay Okay! Now can I go please?"

He rolled his eyes and muttered something in Russian under his breath that didn't sound very complimentary so whether he liked it or not, I got out of the car and made sure to slam the door as hard as possible before I stomped away clearly annoyed. Just because he knew how to speak Russian, did not mean he could insult me in the foreign language and pretend he was, as he called it, practising his vocabulary.

My Ass.

The air had a slight chill to it, not to mention my still damp auburn, wavy hair from my shower earlier, so it was safe to say I was cold...ish.

As usual like every other morning I kept my head down to avoid any attention and to also try and keep warm, and my plan was working perfectly well until I heard a familiar giggle off to one side, and  so I glanced in the direction to see Evan Phoenix, the schools badass player making out with yet another girl. And holy crap, when I saw her face, my thick black glasses felt as though they were about to fall off.

My best friend was standing against a tree and was in the middle of a heated make out session with Evan, someone whom she promised she would never ever associate with.

Just my luck that she decided to notice me right that minute. Her eyes widened and she must have gasped because the next thing I know, she pushed him away and started to jog towards me.

There are those times when you feel as though your whole world comes crashing down, and this was one of them. Hard to believe that the girl I was best friends with for nearly half my life betrayed me. Right?

"Robin wait!"

I scoffed, sighed and walked away, my eyes now watery and so I began to quicken my pace, away from her and the jerk.

"Fine! Just walk away Robin. Walk away from everything, just like how you've done all your life!" She screamed out, to the whole of the student body who were now watching the scene unfold.

I stopped in my tracks, and my blood ran cold at her words. 

"Like how I've done all my life? Atleast I haven't turned to some random guy when things get tough." I spat, and heard everyone gasp.

So now I was the bad guy?

"Evan isn't a random guy. Evan's my boyfriend." She spoke loudly, each word cutting through air. Sharp.

"Well now you have your boyfriend, you don't need me." 

"Ro-"

I cut her off with a raised hand.

"Just so you know, I saw him again. Even worser this time, but oh well. At least Xavier was there when I needed him. Pity people change. Right?"

I heard confused mutters but I focused on the one person who mattered to me. 

Her eyes were slightly wide and her mouth was open.

Typical.

"Robin I-"

I shook my head at her because it was far too late for apologies. Not only had she publically humiliated me, but had also ruined all my chances of going unnoticed for the rest of high school.

"Más vale solo que mal acompañado." 

I was quite surprised and unprepared for the sentence that just flew out of my mouth, and once I realised what I said, I flinched because it was a phrase I was so used to hearing from my parents.

When I heard no response except for a single gasp from her, I muttered a "See ya Lucy."

And then I walked away, without a backwards glance.

A/N: Más vale solo que mal acompañado = Better alone than in bad company