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Robby's traumatizing childhood
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SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CITY

INSIDE THE CLINIC OF ROBBY'S COLLEGE.

Chief Jim could still be seen sitting on bench with Lydia sitting beside him. Sitting there quietly, Chief Jim felt restless and he kept tapping his foot on the floor non-stop.

Ever since the Headmistress informed him about Robby's case he has been feeling worried and restless. Even now that Robby was now receiving treatments he couldn't help but worry and pray that he makes it out alive.

Chief Jim has been absent from Robby's life for several years. It all happens when his wife died.

Chief Jim lived with Gus wife and Robby in the rural area of the city, and even though they were poor they were still happy because they were together. Back then, Chief Jim was yet to become the chief of police and was just an ordinary officer who earned peanuts and salary.

Each night Jim was away from home, gangs often broke in and robbed his wife.. sometimes they even threatened to rape her. That continued for several years, and since the
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