Count to Ten - A Robbie Kay FanFiction

Chapter 12 - In Hiding

A/N: As a warning, I wrote this chapter while I was half-asleep. And I have a headache whereas the light on the screen makes my brain feel like its pulsing through my forehead. So sorry for crappiness of any kind.

enjoy :)

"What do we do about the car?" Robbie asked.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders for support as we approached my front door.

"I'll find a way to hide it," I say. "It's not our biggest problem right now."

Robbie had to be carried on my back in order to walk up the ascending stairs of my front porch. He seemed to enjoy it because he took those 5 seconds to sniff my "apple and pomegranate" scented hair.

I set him down on the concrete porch to pull out my keys and unlock the front door. Once I opened it I stopped Robbie from limping ahead of me.

"Mom?" I called. "Is anyone home?"

I waited for 5 seconds of silence until I gestured Robbie into the room. He held onto the door frame as he staggered over the little high step at the bottom of the doorway. He let go of the doorway to, once again, wrap his arms around my shoulders as I led him to the kitchen.

For a house of two, we had a pretty wide kitchen. I let Robbie sit on a dining chair so he can relax for a while.

"I'll go and get your stuff," I said while pointing out the door.

He nodded in understanding as his eyes trailed around as much of the house as he can see.

Before we left the parking lot of the grassy field, I visited the tree house once more to gather a few of Robbie's stuff such as clothes and his school backpack. Soon his enjuries will alleviate and he should be able to handle coping with school.

I walked back into the house with all of Robbie's things, held inside a large cardboard box, and set it beside the chair he was resting on.

I half-crouched with my back before him. "Here, let me help you upstairs."

"Is that really necessary?" Robbie whined.

"Fine," I said while straightening up. "Then I expect you to follow right behind me."

I started walking towards the stairs, leading to the second floor. I stopped to watch Robbie as he pushed himself off the chair with his arms pressed against the table. He looked at me, trying to hold in the struggle in his actions, but I could see his body quiver.

I sighed and walked over before him and, once again, crouching with my back towards his direction. "Seriously, get on."

He seemed offended and angered with himself, but he positioned himself on my back anyway. I walked up the stairs, suddenly getting used to Robbie's weight on my back.

Out of curiousity, I asked, "How much do you weigh?"

"You'd be surprised," he replied.

"I'm already surprised by how much lighter you are than what I expected you to be."

"Was that an insult?"

"It's my gratefulness."

"Aggravating.." Robbie mumbled.

When I made it to my bedroom, I dropped him onto the bed. It shocked me to see the floor cleansed of all the clothes I threw on the ground during my last fashion meltdown. I assumed my mom had taken the time to organize them all back into their originated spots. I sat myself onto the spinning chair which was right beside the bed as Robbie let his eyes circulate around the room. Then he smiled.