𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter Five.

chapter five:
❛ freedom at last ❜

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tw: panic attack, mentions of drug addict

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The day had finally come. After what felt like an eternity, Robby and Alessia were being released from juvie. For Robby, it had been months of battling anger and regret, but for Alessia, it had been three long years of isolation and survival. As the doors of the facility creaked open, the two teens were handed their old clothes, symbols of the lives they had left behind when they first entered.

The heavy door slammed shut behind them as they stepped outside, the dull thud echoing in the now distant past of confinement. Alessia rolled her eyes, feeling the cold metal under her fingertips as she clutched her jacket. She threw a glare at the officer who had shoved them out, but the man was already turning away, indifferent to their newfound freedom.

"Freedom at last," Alessia muttered under her breath, trying to mask the mixture of relief and anxiety swirling inside her. She glanced over at Robby, who seemed more distracted than anything, his brows furrowed, his jaw clenched tight. There was no joy in his expression, just a deep-seated anger simmering beneath the surface.

As they stepped farther away from the building, Alessia noticed two men in the parking lot. They were locked in a tense argument, their voices carrying over the sound of passing cars. She found it oddly amusing, a bizarre welcome back to the real world, but Robby's reaction was far from entertained.

"Seriously?" Robby muttered, his eyes narrowing as he shook his head in frustration. Alessia's amusement faded as she scanned the lot for any sign of her mother, Zoe. Her heart sank when she didn't see the familiar car. It was a strange mix of disappointment and relief. Zoe hadn't shown up, which meant Alessia had nowhere to go—but it also meant she didn't have to deal with her mom trying to play the role she had abandoned years ago.

She unconsciously moved closer to Robby, standing behind him as the two men—who had stopped arguing for a moment—turned their attention toward them. The man in the suit stepped forward, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and regret.

"Robby," the man in the suit called out. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper. Alessia could sense it—this man cared about Robby, but there was a history here, something complicated and fraught with unresolved emotions.

The blonde man, who had been standing beside the man in the suit, took a step forward as well, his expression torn between guilt and hope. "Hey, Robby," he said, his voice rough and hesitant.