We feel so bad, we're ready to cry and throw up
Dennis rushes through the streets on a stolen bike, ignoring the vibrating phone. Everything inside is clenching, shaking, he's sick and he's ready to burst into tears right now, but he has to finish what he started. It makes him feel even worse.
He really, really wants to just turn the steering wheel so that the bike crashes into a fence or a tree, so that he dies, so that Robbie finally understands how desperate he feels. But he only tightens his grip on the steering wheel, and then slows down, turning into a battered garage of one of the car repair shops. Dennis's gaze, empty and somehow absent-minded, slides over the two mechanics who come closer to him.
— Dennis, it's been a long time since you've dropped by. On such a beauty, and even without a helmet. — one of the men clicks his tongue, ruffling his hair, and the other wraps his arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
— I need you to keep him. I'll call you in a couple of days and tell you what to do with it. — his voice is also empty, he doesn't express anything, and the men look at each other over his head, but nod, and then let him go.
Whitaker comes out of the garage, and then takes out his phone. His hands are not shaking, he is calm on the outside, but inside there is a hellfire of emotions that replace each other. His eyes fall on a single message from Dr. Abbott, skipping a few calls to Robbie: "I got him." Relief immediately flooded my body.
He doesn't remember how he got to Robbie's house. He doesn't remember opening the door with the key the man gave him. But he remembers perfectly how Dr. Robbie looks at him: angry, desperate, pleading. He is bound hand and foot, his mouth is covered with some kind of cloth, and Dr. Abbott is sitting next to him, flipping through something on his phone.
— His bike won't show up anywhere. —Dennis's voice sounds different now: softer, with a hint of emotion. He slowly sits down next to Robbie, who is mumbling and twitching in his bonds. A soft sob escapes the guy's lips before he snuggles up to the man. — Dr. Robby.. You're so naughty. — He arches his eyebrows, tears come to his eyes, and he looks at Michael as if he's the whole world. Whitaker moves onto his lap, ignoring Abbott, who is watching the scene with a grin.
—You've made the boy very angry, brother. — Jack grins, noticing Robbie's evil look, but Dennis immediately pulls the man's short hair. — I think you should get ready." We have three months ahead of us.
We're going to die with them😔 I'm sorry for the mistakes