Robin ran down every hall, every turn, everywhere. They must have moved her somewhere. The room she had no doubt occupied was empty. But her boots were there. So she must have been taken somewhere else. A sudden thought crossed his mind and rage boiled inside. He sought out Salva's room, looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to the pain the other boy would soon have.

Becca couldn't take much more. She was about to break. Her strong resolve was dwindling. Nothing was going to help her. Even warning herself about Robin didn't help. She just wanted to fight, to get free. To kick his cul, ass into the suivant century. But she was resisting. Something inside told her to wait. Her thought were Robin. All of them. She prayed he would be okay if she decided to break Salva. But she never got the chance to try. Salva's weight was suddenly yanked off of her and she slipped to the ground. She opened her eyes and almost cried when she saw who had come to her rescue.
“Don't touch her toi worthless lowlife!”
Robin threw Salva against the wall, hitting him as hard as he could. Blood soon poured over the older boy's face, his eyes closing slowly. Robin dropped Salva to the ground, secretly enjoying the pain he had given. He moved over to Becca kneeling suivant to her with open arms. She went into his embrace willingly, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. She breathed in the scent, allowing herself to believe he was there.
“Becca,” Robin whispered.
“You won't let him get me again, will you?” she asked, tears in her eyes.
She looked up at him, her face broken and her emotions ready to pour out. It broke his heart.
“No. I promise he will never get toi again. Never.”
Becca relaxed against him, feeling him pick her up in his strong, warm, perfect arms. The tears came then and she cried into a restless sleep.