Dingus | Robin Buckley x Reader

Chapter Seven|Bottom of his shoe

I stand outside Robin's house, inhaling deeply. There are so many ways this could go wrong but there are also so many ways this could go right. Knowing her family though, it will most likely go wrong.

Swallowing my anxiety as best as I can, I walk up her drive and knock on her door. Surely enough, her father answers.

"Go away. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but please hear me out," I say, desperation embroidered into my voice.

"Go on," he says and I'm not entirely convinced that he's actually letting me speak but I seize the chance while I can.

"Robin, she's great. She's so pretty and amazing and smart. In a way, I'm kind of glad you know. It means we don't have to hide anymore. But if you keep us from each other, I promise you that I will burn your house down with you in it," I threaten.

"Robin-" he calls.

"Thank you so much," I say, exasperated.

"Call the police," he finishes.

"What?"

"What for?" Robin's voice says distantly.

"Robin?" I call.

"Y/n?" she says as if she can't believe it. She runs up the narrow hall and stands behind her father. "Oh, my god. It's you."

"Yeah, Rob. It's me," I say and a single tear drops down my cheek. We spend a moment just staring at each other when I crash into the ground, my cheek stinging. What the hell just happened?

"Stay away from my daughter, you bitch," her father says and spits on me. Did he just slap me?

"Y/n!" Robin screams. She barges past her dad and sinks onto her knees next to me.

"Get away from her," he says, anger spilling over.

"No, because this is who I am. Y/n is my girlfriend and I don't give a shit about what you think of me, what anyone thinks of me. Because, if you can't accept me, then you're not worth being around," Robin says, anger lacing her words. I've never seen her this angry. In fact, I've never seen her angry at all.

"I'm trying to protect you!"

"You're not, though. You're doing the exact opposite!" she screams at him and her blue eyes are framed with wet mascara. I sit up and stare at my girlfriend, I love that she's protecting me but she's dangerously close to getting thrown out.

"Robin, calm down," I say.

"No, I won't calm down. He talks about you like you're a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe. If he has a problem with you, he has a problem with me."

"But he's your father," I reason.

"He's not my father, he's an asshole."

"If that's how you feel, then don't come back," he cuts in.

"Fine," she shouts and the door is slammed in our faces. "Are you okay?" she asks me, her tone much softer.

"I- I'm fine," I stutter, shocked at her sudden mood change.

"If that bastard ever touches you again, let me know, okay?"

"Okay," I say.

Robin stands up and offers me her hand, helping me up. We walk away from her house, hand in hand. Whatever happens, we'll always be there for each other.