Part 1542 – What Is Left Unsaid

Jay was half-way back to his car when his phone rang.

He answered it.



“Hi. You Jay?”


Robin’s knees kept on shaking. He glanced around for somewhere to sit down.

“Well. I’m Robin.”


Jay stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Robin. You’re…you’re Isellta’s Robin?”


Isellta’s Robin.

His eyes teared up.

I’m Isellta’s Robin.

“Yeah.” He rubbed his tears away with the heel of his free hand. “That would be me. Is he…Is he okay? Is he alive? Is he…”


Jay bit down on his lower lip.

He loves him.

He does love him.

“Yeah. I mean. He misses you so much. Oh, Robin! Can’t you come? Come back with me. Tonight. Please. Please!”


“Why? I’m gonna come on Sunday. I promised him.”

“He needs you to come now.”

“Why? What’s goin’ on? Is he hurt?”

Jay hesitated. “No. I don’t think he is. I don’t know.”

“That ain’t makin’ sense.”

“I know. Just trust me. He can’t wait till Sunday. You need to come now. Right now.”

“I can’t. Sorry. But I ain’t gonna let Ambrose and Barbara down. They need me to be there on Sunday. I’m gonna be there on Sunday.”

“What about Isellta? Huh? He needs you now. If you love him—-”

“Shut up! Just shut the freakin’ heck up! You don’t know anythin’. You don’t. You ain’t got a clue about any stuff.”


I should tell him that Isellta’s dying.

I should just blurt it out.

But I can’t say it.

I can’t.

Even if it’s true, I’m not willing to say those words and make it real.

I don’t want to give up on the poor kid. If there’s a way to save him.

“You’re his only hope, Robin. Just you.”


“Only hope? What? You just tryin’ to be overdramatic or somethin’?”

“No. It’s true. If you don’t come tonight…”

“What? What’ll happen?”

Jay didn’t respond.

“Hey. Stupid. I asked you a question. What’ll happen?”


He’ll die.

Isellta will die.

If I say that, he’ll come running. I know he will.

“If you don’t come…”

I can’t.

I can’t!

“You just need to come, Robin. Trust me on this one.”


Robin frowned. “Why? You said he was okay. Is he…Is he not okay?”


He’s dying.

He’s going to die.

My sweet little kid.

Jay choked up.

“Jay. Is he all right? If someone’s hurtin’ him—”

“No. No one’s hurting him. I’m keeping him safe. Me and two of my most trusted friends. No one will hurt him.”

“But he needs me to come runnin’.”




I’ll come.

I’ll run to him.

My ‘sellta.

But if I do…

Robin closed his eyes and he could almost feel the fire’s heat.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I can’t.”


Jay frowned. “You say I don’t understand stuff. Well, you understand even less. You don’t know. You don’t have a clue what that poor kid’s been through. What Preyuna’s done to him. You don’t know how desperately he needs you.”

“Well, talk to me. Tell me.”

He’s been abused.

He’s been hurt in ways no man should ever be hurt.

“Preyuna. She’s done things to him.”


Robin sat on the floor. “What things?”

“Bad things.”

His imagination became super creative with its scenarios.

“Please.  Please, Robin.”

“I…I can’t. I need to think about this. I’ll call you later.”


Robin ended the call.


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