Count to Ten - A Robbie Kay FanFiction

Chapter 11 - Chips and Blankets

A/N: I am in need of new TV shows to watch. O.o Anyone know some good ones?

The sky still hasn't lightened by the time my eyes opened to it. I couldn't tell what time it was because Robbie's phone had died and the car engine wasn't on to check the radio.

I spun in my seat and saw Robbie still in his resting state, snoring ever so quietly. He looked so peaceful, despite his harsh wounds. But by his pale face and tensed muscles, I could tell he was cold. I too was cold with wearing nothing else but a thin strapped red dress. I spreaded my leather jacket over Robbie when I woke up in the middle of the night to his loud shiverings.

My stomach growled and nearly made me jump. I hadn't eaten dinner nor breakfast, and it felt like my ribs were about to pop out. Thinking of Robbie's injuries, I knew we were in need of supplies for however long we were gonna stay in the car.

I opened the car door as quietly as possible and gently closed it behind me. The treehouse was filled with supplies we could use such as blankets and foods.

The whole way to the treehouse I could feel my lips chap and my teeth chatter rapidly in my mouth. Khloe says to embrace the cold, and I say to fight it. I knew I should've worn something more casual.

"Damn it Khloe," I say through my chattering teeth.

The whole way, I tried to organize everything I wanted to ask Robbie. I'd been patient this whole time, and once Robbie is in a comfortable state, I'll ask him.

What happened to you?

How have you been?

Why are you living in the tree house now?

How'd you know where I was?

Were you following me downtown?

My stomach clenched. I couldn't tell whether I was nervous or anxious to have all my questions answered. Even now, it was still hard to believe that Robbie, the boy who saved me as a child years ago, was the one to save me once again. My stomach clenched again and I continued walking hunched over.

15 minutes later, I made it to the treehouse. I climbed up to it and started scavenging for needed supplies. There were a lot of empty boxes I was able to carry every thing in. I threw in a couple bags of food and four water bottles just in case. Knowing how desperate I was, I also ripped the blanket from off the bed and folded it. Just for the hell of it, I even added a pillow.

I wasn't sure what else to fill the box with since there was still 4 inches of space left at the top. I spun around in the middle of the tree house while pointing my eyes at every single object. There wasn't much, but I ended up taking a sketchbook and box of colored pencils from the desk to appease my boredom.

I made my way back to the car and realized that I still hadn't found my phone. My eyes wandered through every bushe of leaves and tree branch that could've hidden it but I found no clue. It didn't sadden me, but now thinking of Robbie, I still felt it important to return it to him.

When I finally made it to the grassy field, I still hadn't found a single trace of the phone. I only prayed that Robbie wouldn't ask about it or note that it still hasnt been returned.

By the time I got to the car, my body convulsed from all the work I had to do in the past couple of hours. Adding the weight of a filled cardboard box in my arms didn't help either.

The box devoided me from seeing what was ahead. Every once in a while I'd look aside to see where I was walking then assume my direction by memory.

When I finally made it to the car, I arched my chest so the box had something to lean on while I reached one of my hands to the door handle. I pulled it open and grunted as I bent down and placed the box in the driver's seat.