My Valentine Yakuza (BxB)

Chapter 6

Robin's P.O.V

Days like this I watch your shadow fade...

You chew me up and spit me out like I was poison in your mouth...

Katy Perry, with all her autotune ain't really half bad.

I must be so down in the dumps to be considering this.

Sigh.

When was it gonna end? I leaned on the wall of my room and slid down, my feet shaking from the two mile walk home. Lets rephrase that. From the two mile run home. I was so damn scared that I fucking left Kay all alone back at school and ran for my own damn life. What kind of a friend is that?

Kay already rang home and my mom already told her that I was home and safe that she didn't need to worry but she was still worried so she promised that she'd see me at school.

I can't forget my mom's face was when she saw me all bruised up, breathless and sweaty not to mention in the worst of wears, she was like 'again?' Well sorry mom I didn't really want this happening to me but sadly it still does okey?!

So I ran to my room again, I was dead tired, clearly not athletic here sorry.

Sure the parental units were all worried and curious when this first happened to me when I was in Gr. 3  but all of that died down because well, that was the time when my siblings were getting into National and International competitions so they were gone all the time plus with work and being promoted they didn't have much time to be at home.

I felt the sting on my face get worse and the ache in my stomach doubled now that I was able to feel again.

I groaned and laid down on the floor careful to lay on my side and not to put too much pressure--everywhere.

I was squeezing my eyes shot, keeping my breathing at pace trying to control the pain coursing from my stomach to my face.

Ahhhh....I hugged my stomach why does it hurt so much...

But why was that little dude there? I vaguely remembered him being with Cain and on the ride home... He wasn't exactly unnoticeable, he wasnt't troll faced, green and pimple-ish you know so if he went to school then me and Kay would be gushing over how cute and tiny he was.

My face throbs so much, can't think straight. Thanks little ninja dude whoever you are but I'll worry about your mysterious identity and fellow co-beauty and mystery Cain when I can open my eyes without hurting every two seconds.

Ask questions later sleep now.

Weird that that single phrase seems to sum up my life quite nicely.

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Three hours later I woke up still sore and hurting all over. Fuck you sleep.

I was on the floor still and it was about dinner time by how dark it was outside my window. It was kinda cold on the floor but I was so tired and that dang jock hit like a freaking bull. Was he on steroids or something? If not then their Coach must be doing wonders on training.

I don't ask God or any other powerful being up there about how this keeps happening on me. I just leave it alone and pray that shit stops happening on me.

Obviously telling my parents about this shit ain't gonna help and I'd rather save up my breath for when I'm trying to run away. Those jocks would do worse if they ever hear me telling on them, I ain't fucking risking my balls for that. Plus I'm already dirt around here, definitely don't want to complicate things more.