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"So, how are you holding up." I asked looking down at the cold, metal table. "It's not so bad. Sure the food isn't great but.." he trailed off.
The phone was cold, my seat was cold, I couldn't stand to look up from the scratched table. I couldn't look up, I just couldn't.
"Y/n?" The floor was cold, I could feel it threw my shoes. "Baby, please.. don't be mad at me." My heart broke, I'm not mad. I could never be mad at him.
"I'm not mad at you Robby, I was never mad at you." My voice cracked at the end, I felt hot tears pool in my eyes and as hard as I tried to fight it I felt them fall.
"I just.. I can't. I can't stand to see you like this. In this place. This cold, cage." I heard him sigh threw the phone. "I'm okay, please. Just look at me."
I gripped the cold, black phone tight. I could do this, for him.
As soon as my eyes met his, I couldn't look away. He was wearing a plain, white t shirt which I'm sure was the only one he got, and lose fitting, grey sweats.
He looked tired, and cold. My heart aches for him and all I wanted was to reach threw the glass and hug him so tight he couldn't breath.
"There's that pretty face," I laugh but it came out as a sob. "Hey hey, don't cry. I'm all right. I talked to my lawyer, she said since I'm a juvenile that I could get a plead deal. In a year or two."
"A year.. Robby, you can't stay here for a year. I won't let it happen. I'll, I'll talk to Miguel. Say that it was an accident. That it was never suppose to get to this point. He's a good person if he just-"
"Y/n. Listen to me. I put him and his family threw enough. I dug my own hole now I've gotta sit in it. It will be okay. I'll be out before you know it."
The calm in his voice was soothing, his face was still lightly bruised from the school fight. They had trimmed his hair, it looked good trimmed. Looked clean. How could he be so calm? So at ease.
"I can't last a year with out you." I didn't want to say it out loud, it made it all to real. Robby was the only thing keeping me going. I've been on my own for so long, Robby took me in. Made me who I am now.
"Your all I have left," "that's not true. Go to the LaRussos. They'll help you. Look after you, it's all gonna be okay." He put his hand close to the glass, I knew it was his instinct to grab my hand.
"I don't want the LaRussos. I want you. I'm not going to sit here while your prosecuted and convicted like some monster. I was there when it happened Robby. As soon as he feel, I saw your eyes. The regret. And when the cops came you ran to them. Told them what happened."
He shook his head "that doesn't matter.. what is done is done. Sorry and regret doesn't get Miguel out of the hospital. Doesn't, doesn't take us back." A buzzing sound echoed threw the room.
"What's that," I scooted on the edge of my seat and gripped the phone so tight my knuckles tired white. "It's okay it's okay it's just a timed bell. It means we have to line up and go back to the holding room."
A guard walked down the line of boys talking to family members telling them to line up. He walked with authorities, his eyes looked cold.
"You have to go?" My eyes widened, he looked down at the guard. "I'm afraid so.." I felt panic set in. No, he couldn't leave. Please no,
But I've to keep it together.. for him. "Oh, well okay. I'll come back tomorrow, I promise."
