I Will Find You

I Need To Go

(Y/n) POV
My heart starts racing, my palms start sweating, and my breathing gets shallow. I cant believe what I'm hearing. Jim is out there somewhere. And he's coming for me. I cant stay here. And I can't be with Robbie. It'll only put him in danger if Jim finds me.

I stand in front of the tv in shock. Staring blankly, a million thoughts rushing through my head. I need to get out of here. And I need to get away from Robbie before Jim finds us and kills us both.

Turning towards Robbie, I look at him with tears in my eyes. "(Y/n), it's okay. I'm gonna protect you." Robbie says. Without saying anything I walk over to my suitcase and plop it on the bed, putting my belongings inside. "What are you doing?"

"Packing. I'm leaving. You're staying here." I say matter of factly. Robbie comes over to me and grabs my hands, stopping me from packing. I look up at him. "(Y/n), what are you talking about?"

"I'm leaving. I'm gonna go home, pack more stuff and I'm gonna leave California. You're gonna stay here. We can't be together. If Jim finds me, he'll find you as well. He'll hurt you too. It's better if I leave and you stay. We can't be together anymore." I pull my hands out of Robbie's grip and continue packing. Robbie stands there in disbelief. It broke my heart saying this but it's for the best. It's for our safety. For Robbie's safety.

Finally, he speaks up. "We can't split up, (y/n). It's wrong." I pause, and bring my gaze to him.

"It's 'wrong'? 'Wrong'? I'll tell you what's 'wrong'. What's wrong is being tied up naked on a cold basement floor. What's wrong is being beaten to the point of unconsciousness. What's wrong is being given a bucket to use the bathroom in. What's wrong is being starved for 5 weeks, getting no food and barely any water. What's wrong is being raped day after day after day, feeling less and less like a human being, feeling like an object. What's wrong is being kicked so hard that it destroys any chance of ever having a baby! That's what's 'wrong'."

"...What? You can't have a baby? When did you-why didn't you tell me?" Robbie asks, eyes so wide I thought they might pop out of his head. "A few weeks ago. I was still feeling pain so I went to the emergency room. There's damage...to my..." I trail off trying to choke back tears. "I can't have a baby."

Robbie's eyes tear up and he's speechless. I pull myself back together, resuming packing. Once I fit the last thing in, I zip the suitcase and lift it off the bed, walking over to Robbie. "You know I love you, and I always will. But I need to go and you can't come with me."

"(Y/n) please-" I cut him off holding up my hand, then I notice the engagement ring on my finger. Slowly I pull it off, and place it in Robbie's hand, a tear falling down my face. I look up at Robbie's crying eyes and I lean in to kiss him on the cheek. Pulling back, I wipe my tears. "I love you." Robbie whimpers. "I love you too." I reply. With that, I pass him and walk out the door, tears now streaming continuously down my face.