faith in You

6.

(Trigger warning- drug/sexual abuse)

Another night wasted on alcohol and drugs. However this night was particularly terrible; Robert was feeling so low, he had drunk all the alcohol in the house and passed out in the bathtub. Robert was a mess, he didn’t even know how to breathe on his own anymore without needing the support of alcohol.

Robert kept replaying what Simon had said in the bathroom. Robert wanted to scream, he wanted to beat his fists against the wall until his hands were bruised and bloodied. However, Robert didn’t even have the energy to do that. Robert woke up to water being dumped on him by his father. Robert scrambled to sit up, not knowing what was happening or why he was in a bathtub of all places.

“Chris is on the phone.” Alex said, watching his son wipe the water from his face. Robert looked up at his father, confusion swimming in his blue eyes before he set his jaw. “Thanks. Dad.” Robert said slowly, dragging himself to his feet. Robert felt like a drowned rat now- his clothes were sticking to his body like glue; it was an uncomfortable feeling. 

Alex dropped the bucket onto the ground, his harsh glare never leaving robert’s sunken face as robert slowly exited the tub. Robert grabbed a towel on his way out, barely holding back his rage as he went into his bedroom and picked up the receiver. Robert lifted the phone to his ear, gripping the receiver tightly. “Chris.” Robert said, his voice nearly shaking with rage.

“Finally, I'm guessing your father finally got you up?” Chris said, sounding a bit irritated. 

“Yes. he did- not what the fuck do you want calling me this fucking early?!” Robert snarled, angrily wiping his face with the towel. His hair was dripping wet, making the carpet pool with water. “Don't fucking talk to me like that robert” chris warned before letting out a sigh.

“I need you at the studio today. We are finishing the album today and we need you here.” Chris said, well… more like demanded. Robert closed his eyes, that was the last thing he wanted to do with his day. They had spent hours at the fucking studio, robert felt like he fucking lived at that shit hole! 

“Do we have to do this today.” Robert said, trying to make his voice relax, but the irritable tone was kind of hard to ignore. “Yes, we do actually.” Chris said before hanging up on robert. 

“Chris? Hello?” Robert asked, sounding confused before he sighed and put the phone back. Robert peeled his clothes away from his body and tossed them on the ground, shaking out the water in his hair before slowly walking over to his wardrobe and pulling on a pair of high waisted white trousers and a stupid pink shirt he got from his sister. Robert likes it quite a bit.

Robert pushed his hair out of his face before grabbing his eyeliner and drawing dark circles around his eyes that would surly smudge as the day went on. Robert sighed before tossing the eyeliner pencil back and grabbing his hair spray. If robert was going out today then he at least wanted to get lucky. Robert didn’t want to spent his entire day at the studio, he wanted to get drunk and have sex with some stranger.

Because that always fixes his problems.

Once Robert was satisfied with his appearance he grabbed his wallet, pack of cigarettes and van keys. Robert then left his room, ignoring his mother’s concerned voice as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread. Robert paused to nibble on the bread, listening to his mother angrily nag his father for being so cruel to robert. 

Robert rolled his eyes, tossing the half eaten piece of bread into the trash bin before simply leaving the house. Robert had grown weary of his constant cycle of rot, he wondered how much longer it would take for him to collapse from starvation again.