faith in You

2.

Fight 

Robert woke up the next morning unable to breath and with one of the worst hang-overs he has had in a long while. Robert guessed he must have had a night terror in his sleep; but he didn’t even remember it. Robert guessed he drank so much that he didn’t even remember his dreams, and he didn’t know if he should be happy about that. 

 Robert spent the entire morning in bed, hating himself for being such a pisshead. Robert ignored all the calls he was getting, he ignored his family and yelled at them when they came down to see if he was still alive.

Sadly he was, even if he was in a current state of rot.

Robert had the curtains shut tight, blocking out the light that threatened to burn his eyes as the day passed. Robert had empty bottles of beer and other forms of alcohol strewn around his disaster of a room as well as random trash strewn about. Robert hadn’t bothered to wash clothes in such a long time either, so there were large piles of dirty clothes everywhere. 

Robert was sure there was a colony of roaches in his room by now, but he didn’t care. Robert welcomed the roaches, he liked to watch them skitter about the floors at night. Robert liked the roaches, sometimes he’d sit and imagine how life would be as a filthy roach.

“Robert! Fucking get up already it’s 4 in the afternoon!” Robert's angry father yelled form outside Robert's door, making him flinch. Robert sighed and glared at the door, “i am up ALEX '' Robert snarled his father’s name, spitting it out as if it were the most disgusting thing he's eaten. “Tch, miserable tosser. Simon is here” Robert's father said before stomping off.

Robert made a face, sighing and pulling his blanket over his head. Robert didn't want to see simon. He wondered what the idiot was even doing here in the first place…

“Robert?” Simon's voice said from behind the door, which had new dents in it from Robert's drunken rage a few nights ago. Robert didn't reply, thinking that maybe if he stayed quiet Simon would simply leave. Obviously that wasn’t happening, because Simon slowly opened the door to his bedroom and stepped inside.

Robert heard Simon curse under his breath, he figured Simon was shocked at the state of his room. Robert had gotten used to it by now.  “Robert?” Simon asked, carefully stepping through the mass to stand by Robert's bed. Robert didn’t move, he didn't bother to lift the blanket from over his head.

“Are.. you feeling ill?” Simon asked hesitantly, feeling the dark energy in the room. This was so unlike robert…

There was a beat of heavy silence before a dramatic sigh came from the lump of shit underneath the blankets. “M’Fine… just- a bit knackered..” Robert grumbled, slowly pulling back the blanket to give Simon a hard glare. Simon frowned, looking  for something to say but he couldn’t think of anything to make it better.

“The erm… we have to go to the studio today… Chris tried ringing you..'' Simon said, glancing over to the phone where Robert had purposefully kept the receiver off so he wouldn’t receive calls. “We should really be heading over rob..” Simon said, turning to look at robert.

Robert sighed and sat up, the blanket sliding down and exposing his naked chest.  He didn’t even remember taking his shirt off last night. Robert sniffed, glancing down at his emaciated wretch of a body; faint scars of bad past habits. Robert set his jaw, eyes darting up to look at simon; who’s eyes were trained on his arms. “Sod off..” Robert hissed, swinging his legs around and standing up right in front of simon.

Robert saw Simon flinch and he felt nothing but rage boil in his chest. Robert knew he had been cruel, but for Simon to flinch? Had he really become that scary to his own best friend. “S-sorry robert i didn’t mean to-” simon started, only to be pushed to the side by robert.