𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

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I wake up to the door closing. I sit up and see it's not shut all the way. I go to leave when the phone rings. Robin rolls over on the mattress. I go over to the phone and answer it. "Hello? " I say, looking at Robin. "Don't go upstairs," a voice says through the phone. "Why? " I ask, confused. "It's a trap," the voice says. "Is this Bruce? " I ask. "Who's Bruce? " the voice asks. "I was just talking to him," I say, looking at the sleeping Robin. "I don't know any Bruce," the voice says. "He's a baseball player," I say. "We don't play baseball here," the voice says. "Who are you? " I ask. I don't remember," the voice says. "Did you play soccer? Football? " I ask. "I delivered newspapers," the voice says. I gasp and tears form in my eyes. "Billy," I mutter. Billy Showalter was my best friend for the longest time, I was devastated when he went missing. "You're Billy Showalter," I say, wiping a tear from my face. "Maybe," he says. "No, I'm sure, you're Billy," I say, sniffling a little. "Do not go upstairs," he says. "Why? What's he doing? " I ask. "He's waiting," he says, "On the other side with that fucking belt," he says. "He didn't say you could leave, so if you try to, he'll punish you," Billy says. "He'll beat you with that stupid belt til you pass out," he says. "It hurts Y/n, it hurts real damn bad," Billy says. And I feel a few more tears roll down my face. "You'll cry, and you'll beg him to stop, just like we all did," he says. "But he'll just keep beating you," Billy says, then the phone goes to dial tone. "Hello? Hello? " I say but get no answer. I hang the phone up and lay next to Robin, crying. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I bury my head in Robin's chest. 

Robin's POV:

I lay there my arms wrapped around Y/n while she cries. I didn't know why she was crying but as her boyfriend, it was my job to comfort her. After a while, her sobs turn to snores and she's back asleep. I smile as I play with her hair. "I love you so much, Mi Amor," I mutter, kissing the top of her head softly. 

Your POV: 

I wake up to the phone ringing again. I get up and answer it. "You said my name was Billy?" he asks. "Yea, Billy Showalter," I say. "Don't call me that, I don't remember it. It's not who I am now," Billy says. "Then, what should I call you? What do you remember? " I ask. "I told you, I was a paperboy," Billy says. "Ok, paperboy," I say. "See the wall in front of you? See how the wall is separated from the floor? " Paperboy asks. "Yeah," I say. "I tore a long cable loose from down there, I kept it hidden," he says. "What am I supposed to do with that?" I ask, but no one answers. The phone goes to dial tone. I sigh and hang up the phone. I go and lay down with Robin, and soon fall asleep. 

Robin's POV:

All me and Y/n did was sleep, talk, try to escape, or nothing. We mostly slept but it's hard. I'm worried about Y/n, she's scared. She hates it here, I mean, who wouldn't? I was currently laying with Y/n, she was asleep. I was playing with her hair. I was on the verge of sleep, but I was just scared that if I went to sleep, something would happen to her. But eventually, I caved, and sleep captured me. 

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(Spanish translation: Mi Amor means my love.)

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