rise up.

chapter 3

*robins pov*

"dad?" i was so confused. i didnt know if i hated him or wanted him back.

"please forgive me i miss your smiles..." he had such a desperate expression and i didnt know what to do. i looked at phil and he mouthed 'i dont know either'

"leave papa." i knew i was making the best choice.

"but robin i-"

"leave. i have a new family now and i need a second chance more than ever. you couldve had one 8 years ago. but now it to late." i looked down feeling someone grasp my hand, and saw that beau had laced his fingers with mine. and blake stood next to me, his fingers laced with mine and his new dad's. "im gonna live again. and living is letting go. i need another chance and this is it, my new family that doesnt include you."

his face had become unreadable. i realized what was happening seconds before he lost it. "well i never cared! i tried to keep your mother there because she had money! and now i never want to see your hideous face again!" i felt his hand make connection with my face just like all those years ago. and i dropped. i fell to the floor. but unlike before i didnt feel anymore pain, only warm arms wrapping around me.

i was safe.

*phils pov*

i knew how hard it was for her to stand and speak. when i saw her knees give out i ran. i slammed into her douche bag father and he fell to the ground.

"you will never touch her again as long as i am alive. and if i have to die to keep her safe, i will sure as hell be six feet under. now get your sorry ass up off the floor and never come back again." as he ran out i turned to see robin with her face buried in blakes chest. i smiled and sat down by her taking her hand, "hey robin, guess what."

she sniffed and looked up. no tears this time just fear. "what..?"

"well its almost summer. and you know what happens in the summer right?"

her face lit up, "are you saying what i think youre saying and also saying btf is going?!"

i nodded my head, "warped tour. the second chance everyone wants. we will all be staying at the btf house until then though."

she stood up and yanked blakes arm so he stood too. turning to him she said, "lets go pack." then they ran up the stairs hand in hand.

i turned to the guys and said, "second chances for everyone."

*blakes pov*

we ran up the stairs and pushed through the kids still in the hallway. laughing and smiling more than usual.

i looked over and saw her take the bvb quilt and sheet set, she made herself, out of the closet and put into her suitcase. then watching her meticulously place all 10pairs of bans and her 2pairs of heels in the suit case also. then the posters came down and were rolled individually, then placed in the top leaving just enough space for her makeup case and "The Straightener."

i pulled out my suitcase she had decorated in omam lyrics, smiling. i did the same as her with my sheets and quilt that were ptv. except when i put in shoes it was just my 15 pairs of vans. then my posters went in, same as hers, and i left space for the cds we shared. i got my duffle out and put in every piece of clothing i own; 7pairs of skinny jeans, 25band shirts, underwear, and of course my socks. leaving me just enough space for my little magic makeover box, im kind of a mini jayy von monroe.

*robins pov*

i stuck my makeup box in, and now had packed my suitcase. i just had clothes left.

my duffle came out and was quickly filled; undergarments, 27band shirts, 10pairs of skinny jeans, socks, and my two dresses. i turned to blake who had just finished also, "hey blake, will you ask elliott to come up here?"

"of course, be right back." he came back with elliott in a few minutes. "okay im gonna take my bags down, see you in a few." and he left the room with his bags.

elliott looked at me, "so what did you need robin?" i smiled and walked to the closet.

i opened it and there was my box. i pulled it out and handed it to him, "please just make them go away."

he opened the box and gasped. well i guess it was full of razors and i wouldve too if i hadnt known. he looked at me and walked into the bathroom. i heard clinking and small splashes, then i heard the toilet flush and i smiled.

"thank you." he hugged me tight.

"you ready?" he picked up my suitcase.

"ye- wait!" i grabbed my guitar case from the closet, it was covered in band stickers. i set it on the bed and picked up my raven black guitar from the corner, making the blues show a bit. i carefully set it in the case and grabbed my bag of picks, tucking it into a corner. i snapped it shut and smiled as i picked it up and slung my duffel over my shoulder. "now i am."

here i go. a second chance. im gonna survive.