Compulsive (Robert Downey, Jr.)

Dirty

The night had not been good.

His head was aching too much.

He was only able to close his eyes and sink into sleep for one or two hours, before his alarm clock soaked his entire body.

His name was Clark.

His cell mate.

He just thought it would be fun to throw some water at Robert to wake him up.

“That’s what you get for keeping me awake all night” He said, annoyed.

“I did not make noise, idiot” Robert, more irritated than ever, snapped

Clark pushed him against the cell’s bars, pushing his body way to close to Robert’s.

“Be careful how you talk, pretty boy.” He smiled disgustingly “And don’t dare to be up at nights, otherwise I might punish you”

“Get the f*ck away” Robert used his strength to push him “I will be up all the f*cking time I want to, and if you’re not happy about it, ask for another cell!” He yelled

Clark landed on the bed, a perverted smile on his face “You are so going to pay for that”

“What is going on in here?!” A cop appeared at the other side of the bars

“Oh, sir” Clark smiled “Never interrupt a couple’s argument”

“You are f*cking repulsive” Robert snapped, turning to the cop “Can I leave the bloody cell now or what?!”

“Slow down, kid” The man warned “Or I don’t even open the cell”

Robert took a deep breath, he wanted to get out of there immediately

“Breakfast is in ten minutes, that’s how long you have to wait” he finally said

“Thanks” Robert politely said “I need a bath”

“You think this is a hotel or something?! You take baths when everyone else does. And that is at the end of the day”

“WHAT?!” Robert snapped “I need a bath now. I am not going to wait the entire day for it”

Clark appeared behind him “I’ll like you the same fi you’re dirty, pretty face” he held his waist

“Take your f*cking hands of me” Robert pushed him away again

Clark smiled “You better start enjoying it. Believe me, I’ll be softer than many around here”

Robert turned around and shut his eyes tightly, his headache killing him.

Where had he been sent after all?

A prison or a gay brothel?

Away from there, at Frank’s house, Emma finished getting dressed and had joined Frank for breakfast.

They did not talk much.

She could not stop thinking about Robert.

And she was also way too curious to know what the hell his parents wanted now.

They did not have to wait long to hear the door bell ringing.

“I will get it” The old man stood up to open the door for Robert’s parents

“Hello, brother” Emma listened a female voice and stood up to go to the living room.

She could see how Robert was so gorgeous and handsome.

His mother was quite beautiful for her age. And his father was quite handsome as well.

“Good morning” Frank said “This is Emma… Robert’s…” he stammered, looking back at her