Not sure what. Toni’s got a few ideas – the kind that lead one down dark paths, to unknown places, she wonders what it is about men that feel as if sexuality of the individual was their domain with which to pay commentary. Both in their words, and their violence, how these things mark just about EVERYTHING that they do, litter their lives with their fingerprints despite the fact that they’ve no business being there. Apart of her is left to think that perhaps it wasn’t even that that had him triggered, had his hands on Robin and making her bleed out despite the blood that they share, it’s just apart of his DNA, his making. That horror is how he is, unredeemable, and if anything made that feel true and real to her, it was the fact that Robin was here without him banging down every door in attempt to make an apology. She knows… all too well how anger leaks out, how it makes it feel impossible to see anything other than red at times, but it’s how you handle it that defines your character.
“It’s pretty serious… I mean I can do what I can with these stitches but you’re gonna bruise like a mother fucker, and when you do, people are going to ask you questions. So what are you gonna say, babes? The truth? Are you ready for that?” She SO HOPES that she will, that she’s ready for a change, for the better, that she looks to those around her who do good, give out, good, and are willing to do what they must to keep her safe. Toni’s near at the edge of simply taking this off in her own hands, knowing the struggle that comes until the choices no longer are choices you have to make. And at the gambling rate that Robin’s going at, there isn’t much runway to go before it all comes to an unfortunate head.
18, 18, like a sweet siren song, the promise of release, of being free. “Why not stay here?” she blurts out before she can think of it, the words catch on her tongue and she knows that she sounds, perhaps, awkward, but even now, even if 18′s the word, there’s a place for her to stay that’s safe enough, and Toni’s honestly terrified of waking up to police sirens flashing red and blue danger, the indication that things have gone TOO FAR in one drunken night… Lips purse; it’s tempting the devil to have her around, even Toni can’t deny that there’s an allure there, but she tries to be candid, tries to be calm; there’s bigger things at hand, and her own present unhappiness could use a distraction, though this seems far larger than just that. “The sheriff here… he’s an old friend of mine too, ok?” imagining that FP would be horrified if he knew what was happening, he’d always been the first to defend those left to the clutches of an unfortunate situation back when the Serpents had needed it the most. “Please. We can make this better. Together.”
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No matter how badly he hurt her, Robin's father had never come after her to apologize. He'd never once felt sorry for what he did to her and certainly never verbalized it. When Toni thought him nonredeemable she couldn't be more right. He didn't care. Not one single bit. The fact that she was his daughter meant nothing to him. She knew of his hatred before she could even comprehend what the word meant - felt it in her bones and on her pale flesh. If she hadn't had her grandmother to take care of her during her most vulnerable years, she probably wouldn't be alive today. The only blood the man cared about when it came to Robin was how much of hers he could spill. One day she feared it was going to be too much.
"I'll figure it out." Her honest answer was muttered in response. She always did. Sometimes she wondered how her constant excuses could still be believable. Maybe it was because people wanted to believe them. If they did then it wasn't their problem. They could keep turning a blind eye without the need to get involved. Robin wanted to make a change. She wanted to break that horrible cycle of being hurt and seeking comfort night after night. She wanted to get away and be free of those pounding fists and awful words. What stopped her was fear, shame and above all guilt. The fear to take matters into her own hands or let anyone else do it. The shame of what was done to her and the feeling of pity that came along with it. But above all their was guilt. No one was able to hear they were the blame for everything they got day after day and not start to believe it. There was a deep feeling of obligation to her abuser for making him the way he was.
The offer made her cringe. Those words were everything she could ever want to hear yet all that she dreaded at the same time. Being with Toni - day after day, night after night - what a dream. But there were so many cons to it that Robin feared would just destroy both of them in the end. "For one, you don't know what my father is capable of. He won't give us a moments peace once he finds out that I'm here. And then there is your girl. She hates me." And that wasn't even a lie. Cheryl hadn't liked her to begin with but since Toni had become Robin's personal savior the dislike had grown to what she felt was closer to hatred. And there was temptation right at the root of it all - a subject both of them skirted around. It was something neither of them ever dared to speak a word about it. There was something between them and if she stayed there it would be impossible for either of them to overlook. It could escalate out of control with no hope of being stopped.
Ending up dead was a real fear of Robin's too. Every day her father seemed to get more violent. There were more bruises to cover and way more explaining to do. She was so close to being free, she didn't want to die before she could make it there. Leaning against the wall a labored sight was released. She had to give Toni something, she owed her that. She owed herself too if she were being honest. "Alright. I'll talk to him with you okay?" The teen didn't have much faith but if Toni trusted this Sheriff that much than what could it hurt to put a little of her own trust in him as well. Another ally couldn’t hurt anything. "But lets at least get these stitches out of the way. My buzz is wearing off and this is going to hurt like a bitch. I need to lay down."
