I Will Find You

Staycation

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ (talk of assault, anxiety)
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(Y/n) POV
"You'll never see him again. You're mine now." Jim slaps me in the face and spits on me. "You can never escape me." He kicks my ribs.

"Let me go, please!" I scream at him. "HEY! What did I say about talking back?" He yells back. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch Jim come towards me with a knife. Then everything goes black.

Bolting awake, I sit up and gasp for breath. As I start to panic, Robbie wakes up and starts rubbing my back. "Baby, what happened?" He asks me. "There was-I saw-he was-I was-I was there-Jim-He got me." I stutter between gasps as my chest heaves, desperately searching for air.

"Okay, honey, I need you to try to relax. Okay, look at me. Breath in...and out...and in...and out." Robbie tried to calm me down and eventually I take back control of my breathing. "Good girl." Robbie pulls me into a hug, resting his palm on the back of my head. After a while, he pulls back and looks at me. "Okay now tell me what happened." I nod and grab Robbie's hands.

"I was back in that basement. With Jim. He said I would never see you again. He said I was his now. He was hitting me and kicking me and then he came at me with a knife...everything went dark." I whisper the last part, trying not to cry.

"(Y/n), this was just a dream. I know it must've felt real because of what you went through, but it's not. You're safe now. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." Robbie reassures me and wipes away my fallen tears with his thumbs.

"Robbie, I know this may sound weird, but I don't think I can be in this room. I just don't feel right." "That's completely understandable. Do you want to go on the couch downstairs, maybe the guest room? Or do you just wanna get out of here and stay at a hotel? Completely up to you." Robbie says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"A hotel sounds nice actually. It would be good to get out of here for a while. Maybe a few days?" I ask Robbie. "Sounds like a plan. You wanna just go to the hotel like 20 minutes from here? We can just lay low there for a few days? Just you and me." I nod and Robbie gives me his adorable smile. I smile back and give him a tight hug.

We then grab our suitcases and start packing. Robbie breaks the silence. "So, what are you planning to do about your music?" I furrow my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're gonna need a new agent. Things are gonna have to change." Oh my god I didn't even think about that. Yikes. "Hmmm...I guess you're right. I don't know, I don't even feel like doing the whole famous singer thing anymore. The only part I liked was creating music and singing for people. I didn't like all the fame. And with everything that's happened....I may just pull away from the industry and go back to doing it on my own." Robbie frowns at my confession and stops what he's doing.

"(Y/n), I think you should think hard about that before making that type of decision. You love music and performing so much. Recording professionally has always been your dream. Once you achieved your goal, you were so happy." Robbie says.

"I know. But I can still write music. Perform at gatherings or parties or coffee shops or even bars I guess. I don't need to be famous. I don't want to be famous anymore. I don't want my name in headlines anymore about being raped. I don't want articles written about how my agent kidnapped me. I don't want to be the number one story on YouTube. I want to just live my life. If none of this terrible stuff happened, maybe things would be different."

Robbie nods his head and then whispers, "Your dream."

"My dream...is you. My dream isn't music or recording professionally. My dream is to marry you and have a family with you. That's my dream. You're my dream."

A wide grin appears on Robbie's face. He zips up his suitcase and walks towards me. He pulls me into his arms. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you too."

"Now let's go to that hotel for our little staycation!" Robbie suddenly says all enthusiastically, making me jump and then giggle. Robbie looks at the clock, then turns back to me. "It's only 1:30. If we leave now, we can get back to sleep." He grabs our suitcases and we walk to the car.