The black phone ~imagines~

Teach me to survive part 2 (robin)

One step forward, step back, step forward and swing.One step forward, step back, step forward and swing.One step forward, step back, step forward and swing.One step forward, step back, step forward and swing. Those words replayed in my head over and over again. Do it for him. Do it for Robin.

I did everything I could. I fought till my last breath.

This man was sick. So fucking sick. I could see the visible pleasure on his masked face as he entered the basement.

"Your special honey" his voice taunting me

Even if I wanted to talk, I couldn't. The words that weren't even there wouldn't leave my mouth. I stood there watching him. Waiting.

I thought I was waiting for my freedom. My freedom to my home in Denver. In a way I was waiting for freedom, just a different kind of freedom.

"Come on little missy, you know what time it is"

He reached his hand outside of the door and pulled in a large axe. Blood staining the metal.

I cried. Silent sobs leaving my mouth. I felt a hand on my shoulder. His hand.

"Come on y/n, remember what I told you" he whispered. Robin.

One step forward, step back, step forward and swing. That's it. Four simple moves and I'd be free

The grabber swung at me. I lunged back cornering myself against the wall. I lifted the phone ready to swing. Taking that first step forward, ready for what was coming.

He swung the axe, nicking my arm, blood drawing quickly

I silenced my scream and swung the phone hard against his head. He plummeted to the ground. A fall hard enough to knock you out. He didn't move for a minute or so after

I assumed it was safe to leave. Running up those stairs and into the kitchen, my heart pounded, adrenaline flowing through my veins.

As I reached the door, a sharp pain overcame my joy. It was like someone had stabbed all the butterflies that were present earlier

"Gotcha" those were his last words to me

I was still half conscious as he dragged me to the other house. My gaze shifting from the sandy dirt to a white light

"Hey y/n"

His voice only just above a whisper

"Robin?" I hesitated, knowing it was possibly too good to be true

"Yeah, it's me" he said. I could see his face clearly now. I knew I was going

Tears rolled down my dirty cheeks

"Don't cry" concern laced in his voice

"I'm not" whipping the tears in a desperate attempt to keep my dignity

"Don't blame yourself. You did everything I told you it wasn't your fault" it's as if he could read my mind. He knew I blamed myself. I let him down

"I'm so sorry Robin. You taught me to survive and I let you down"

He pulled me into a warm hug

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't let me down. You never could"

I sobbed

"And hey, I told you we'd meet again. I just didn't expect it to be this soon"

I laughed through the tears. I could melt in his arms for hours, days, years. I guess it's a good thing that I now have the time to do it.

It isn't Denver, but it's home