Hi its me again bringing you another chapter of Robbie and Phill. How are you liking it? I have written up to 11 chapters and want to know if I should keep writing it?
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Onwards:-
Chapter Four
You know that state where you are neither awake nor asleep? Well, I was in that state and I could hear someone or something panicking. There were moans, quick movements and a shout 'No, get away from me' or something like that. I was slapped into consciousness, more literally than you imagine, by Robbie's hand. I looked up to see him fighting the sheet that was covering him. Sure enough, he was speaking 'what nooo'. The sweat was poring off his face. I couldn't bear to see him like this, so I wrapped my arms around him and started stroking his hair.
"Hey babe, it's ok." He showed no sign of settling down again, so I did the next best thing. I woke him up.
"Oh God. Where am I? What's going on?"
"Babe, its ok. It's me, Phill. You're at my place." I hadn't let go of him and I continued to stroke his hair.
I can remember my mum doing that shortly after dad died and I was having these constant nightmares of him in our car and this maniac in another car. And, the collision that ensued. It was hell.
"What's going on?"
"You were having a pretty bad dream of something or the other." I pulled him back into my chest and gave him some little kisses on the back of his neck. We slept like that for the rest of the night, with Robbie lying his back against my front and my hands around his waist. My mum came in and woke me up, telling me to get Robbie up because his parents wanted a chat with him and that Tim wanted to do something.
"Robbie, Robbie babe."
"Hmm, what?"
"Time to get up; your mum and dad want to have a chat with you."
"What about?"
"I don't know." We got up, showered, and Robbie went home. He dropped Tim off at a friend's house so that they would not be disturbed during their chat.
I was at a loss. I wandered about the house until my mum told me to go and DO something. She also wondered if Robbie was this bad when I wasn't around. Well, come to think of it, I think since we have been going out, which incidentally is over a month now, we have been apart for almost no time so I don't think he would know. Anyway, I decided to go BACK upstairs and do some school work that was set for the holiday period, at least that way it would be done. I was only interrupted twice, once was because my mum bringing in a coke. And the second was mum again, but this time in a real panic, telling me to come quickly....
Robbie.
The day started really strangely. I woke up in Phill's arms and I find out I was having this weird dream that I can't even remember. Then, I am told my parents want to talk to me. I assume that it can only be about what I said last night and the consequences of that. Ok, so I go into the house and it's all quiet.
"Hello!", I called out. By this time, I was unsure as to whether there was even anyone home.
"Hi, yes, we're in here." At least I hadn't been called back for nothing. I walked into the living room where mum and dad were looking very serious and both looking very sad at the same time.
"Hi hon."
"Hey mum, what's going on?"
"Well, we wanted to have a talk."
"Talk about what?"
"Well, how to put this?" she said as if conisdering everything.
"What is going on? Stop talking in riddles."
"That's a bit rude, isn't it, Robbie?"
"Sorry", I said, not sounding sorry one little bit, but they were really scaring me now. "Well, when you left last night we made a decision and went to confirm it and make it legal. So, we went to sign a document at the solicitor's....."
"What document?"
"I don't know how to say this; how would you feel if you weren't living with dad and me at the same time?"
"Whoa, slow down here, what are you saying?"
"Well, you're a big lad now so lets be honest with one another. As you know, Dad and I aren't getting along very well and as mature adults we are worried that this will have a negative effect on you and Tim, but especially Tim. For a start, you are spending less and less time. And, well, the long and the short of the matter is that well.... Let me put it another way..."
If only they knew why I was spending less time here! It was nothing to do with them or their fighting, to tell the truth. It was because I wanted to be with the guy I loved.
"Please mum don't make any rash decisions, I will tell you why I am spending less time here and it has nothing to do with you and dad being on one another's back all the time."
"Well, I can only see one thing that has changed since you have not been here and that's the fighting."
"Mum, Dad, trust me when I say its not that. But let's leave it at that, k?"
"No, Robbie, I will not leave it at that, because I think you are clutching at straws to try and prevent the inevitable", Dad said.
"What's inevitable and why don't you trust me?"
"Ok, lets slow it down a bit, guys, and Robbie, why don't you tell us what the problem is if it's not the fighting. Yes?"
"This is really not the best time to tell you why. And I want you to trust me, ok?"
"No, Robbie, that is not acceptable. I want you to tell me what's going on and tell me now, please." Dad said.
"Ok, you want to know why I have not been at home?"
"That's right," my dad said.
"Its because I am with someone else, someone who loves me."
"Who? I thought you were with your friend Phill."
"I have been at Phill's," I said with my head bowed.
What a way to come out to your parents, when they are in the middle of telling you something. Great plan, Robbie, real nice that, well done!! I could have at least been a little bit more tactful, but no, I just went and blundered into it. God, why didn't you bless me with some common sense, even a blind person could see that was the worst thing in the entire world you could have done.
"You are a fucking fag, a shirt lifter, a poof, queer? NO way. Not my son. It must be this Phill character. This isn't you, Robbie. You must have been switched or something. Tell me it's not true!"
"Its true and I love him, so fuck you!", I said, as I got up and bolted for the door. Something stopped me though. It was my dad; he had grabbed at my shirt as I tried to hot tail it out of there.
"This is your last chance, Robbie. Tell me it isn't true! NOW, TELL ME!!"
"IT IS TRUE! I LOVE HIM! I LOVE PHILL!!", I said. On reflection, I do think that perhaps it was a mistake to piss him off. The next thing I knew, there were punches raining down left right and center, then kicks raining in from the sides. The last thing I can remember seeing was my mum slipping off out of the room and me saying 'don't leave me mum'. Then, nothing. Just a haze. Blackness. Sleep. Yes that was it, I was tired. I would close my eyes and sleep. Then nothing, rest, it was so peaceful. But something wasn't right, where was Phill, the love of my life? This wasn't supposed to happen. There were noises, a high pitched wailing. And shouting. A conversation between two unknown voices. Then, it was cold, freezing in fact and I felt as if I was moving. It sounded like a train. You know, the noise of a train flying across the track.
Phill
"Mum, what's going! What's wrong with Robbie, where is he? Is he ok?"
"Phill, he's in hospital and he is really ill."
"Why? And why are we still here, let's go!" I grabbed my keys off the shelf and ran downstairs to the car.
"Come on quick", I said, gesturing to my mum to get into the passenger seat and starting the engine. She hadn't even closed the door before I was driving away. I left the car in first gear until I had to change up. I did the same in second, gaining valuable seconds as the car thundered down the dual carriage way. I finally changed up to third and the car was cruising at sixty. What the hell, this was my boyfriend you are talking about. I pushed down on the accelerator a little more and the response was superb. We gained another ten before I slipped it into fourth.
"Hey now, chill, will you, lets at least get there in one piece. You are no good to Robbie if you are dead or in jail on account of dangerous driving," She said. She had a point, I was flying across the carriage way at eighty and demonstrating the worst driving skills ever. I slowed my speed and fastened my belt.
"Thank you."
"Why is Robbie in hospital and is it bad?"
"One thing at a time. Robbie is not good, but he's not on the critical list anymore. His dad beat him up when Robbie refused to tell him that he didn't love you."
"He told his folks?"
"Yes. And apparently, his dad beat him when he refused to deny that he loved you."
"I can't believe he would do that for me."
"Would you do it for him?"
"Yes", I said, without hesitation.
"Well, that's why he did it for you. Because he is so in love with you that he wants to shout it out loud and not deny it to anyone, even if it meant rejection." Well, that was it, I had to wipe out more than a couple of tears from my eye.
"How do you know all this?"
"His mum called me and told me to get here as soon as we could and she explained everything."
"What's everything?"
"She ran out of the room, called the police and then knocked a poker around her husbands head."
"Wow! I never knew she had it in her."
"Yes, well". After ten more minutes driving, we arrived at the hospital and I left mum to park and pay the ticket. I ran into the hospital and up to the reception desk.
"Robbie Oakley's room, please."
"Are you a relative?"
"No, but I am a very close friend."
"Ok, its 112."
"How do I get there, please?"
"Down the corridor, first right and second left. It is clearly labeled."
"Thanks. My mum will be along in a second, could you tell her the way?"
"Certainly"
"Thanks" And with that done, I ran off at top speed and into Robbie's room. He looked ok. I was sort of getting myself ready for cables and tubes, but it really wasn't that bad.
"Good afternoon" A voice said. I spun around to see Mrs. Oakley, Robbie's mum.
"Hi, erm is he ok?"
"Well, he has been better, as I am sure you could guess. But, it's not as bad as it looks, he is on a sedative to keep the pain down."
"As long as he is ok."
"Yes, he's going to be fine." There was a long silence and it was really bad because I could sense that she wanted to say something.
"I don't believe I didn't see it."
"Excuse me? See what?"
"That he was in love. My own son, and I didn't see it."
"I think that was sort of supposed to be the idea."
"Yes, I know that. Why though?"
"Why what?"
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"Because he was scared"
"Why?"
"Because he didn't know what you would think. Sure, you may be ok with the idea. Actually, are you ok with the idea?"
"Robbie is my son and I will always love him, no matter what. I would do anything for either of my sons."
"Well, how did he know that at the time? He didn't."
"I guess you are right." With that, my mum came in and thankfully, she took Jude off for a cup of tea at the canteen.
I was left for the first time with Robbie, my Robbie. I walked over to him and started to brush the hair out of his eyes.
"Hey you. What do you think you are up to, scaring me like that? Hey? I love you!" I said, and lent down and gave him a soft peck on the lips. I took his hand and sat down in the seat next to his bed. I can't remember actually falling asleep. I just remember dosing, then shutting my eyes and then a prodding.
"Phill?"
Prod Prod.
"Yes mum I will be up in a second" Prod Prod.
"Phill?"
"Robbie??", I questioned.
"Yes babe."
"Robbie!!" With that, my arms flew around his helpless body and I hugged him tight and kissed him deep.
"Phill, not so tight, man, it still sort of hurts."
"Oh shit, sorry babe. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Of course you didn't. Do you think you could find a nurse and get her to take this drip out of my arm? It's a pain in the arse".
"Sure." With that, I wondered about outside until I came across a nurses station.
"Hi there. I am a friend of Robbie's in 112 and he is awake now and wondered of you could take the drip out."
"Of course, I will be along as soon as I have finished this." With that very satisfactory answer, I headed back off to find that Robbie had moved to one side if the bed.
"Babe, come here", he said.
"But there's a nurse coming. Don't you mind?"
"No I don't mind as long as you don't."
"Course not." And, with that, I slipped into the bed and put my arm around his neck.
"Phill?"
"Yes" I replied.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know myself, exactly. Why don't we wait for your mum to get back and she can explain. Ok?"
"My mum. I thought she had walked out on me for being gay. Because the last time I saw her, she was walking out and letting my dad beat me senseless."
"Well, Robbie, I know that isn't true. She went to call the police and then she put a poker around the back of your dads head to stop him from killing you!"
There was a knock at the door.
"Hello...well, what's going on here then?"
"Hi there. I just wanted this drip taken out of my arm."
"Well then, let's see about this drip then. I am afraid you will have to let go of his hand, though," she said smiling. I did as she suggested and let go of his hand.
"Now, this may hurt a little bit," she said, ripping of a piece of tape, but also taking about half of his body hairs with it.
"Ow", he squealed.
"I did say it may hurt a bit," she said, as she extracted the needle.
"Yes." After that, she left us in peace. Well, I say she left us in peace because soon afterwards, just while we were in the middle of a particularly passionate kiss, there was a subtle throat clearing, sending a clear message that mum and mum had returned from their cup of tea.
"Um, hi mum" Robbie said.
It was quite funny in a way, because Robbie hadn't had the chance to talk to his mum and I guess was still more than a bit uncomfortable with the idea of his mum having walked in on him kissing me. If you want to know my honest opinion, I couldn't care less who knew and who walked in on us because all that I cared about was Robbie.
"I think that we should just have a quick chat together," she said.
I was just about to get up and leave as I assumed that it would be between the two of them, when she added "All of us". Heck, I wasn't bothered, I had been told everything by my mum and it was going to make precious little difference to me to go threw it all again.
"I can see that you're holding hands under the covers," she said.
"But, all I really want to know is do you really and I mean really love each other?"
"I can answer only for me, but I hope I speak for both of us when I say that I love Robbie more than anything else in the entire world. I was so scared when mum told me that he was in hospital, I don't think I could live without him. Its like mum said earlier when he was gone, 'you look so lost without him' and that is how I felt," I said.
"I can safely say that Phill speaks for both of us," he said, pulling me closer to himself.
"That's good. I understand you have had the run down from Claire. But I will just say it one more time because I want you to make sure you know I feel the same way as well. I am over the moon that you two are so happy and I want you to know that I will always support you. But one thing, be safe. There are some very intolerant people in this world, as you found out today."
"Thanks mum. But, as long as I am with Phill and he with me, then there will be no problems, because we will always look after one another."
"Ok then", she said.
"Now then, young fellow me lad, what's all this about loving Robbie more than any other person in the entire world?", my mum said.
"Well, you know that I love you as well, but it's sort of different, if you see what I mean."
"I can imagine that it is very much different and I thank my lucky stars for that!" We all cracked up laughing. The only difference being that Robbie was in pain about two seconds later because of it. "Mum, what's going on with dad and where are we going to live?", Robbie asked suddenly, shifting the tone from one of laughter to one of such seriousness that it was strange in a way.
"Well, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Good." she said, without waiting for an answer.
"Do you know what happened?"
"Yes, Phill told me all that is important."
"Ok, well, I am glad I don't have to go through all that again. I can't tell you what to do about your father. As I see it, there are two options. 1) You press charges for a serious assault or 2) you let it drop. I can't tell you what to do, like I said. However, I can tell you that I am glad that I had already divorced him."
"That's what you were trying to tell me, right?"
"Yes. I will now, of course, pursue full custody for the both of you. As for the house, it will be sold and split two ways. However, as I will have custody, we get a much larger percentage of the household items."
"So, where are we going to live?" Robbie asked in confusion as I looked on worried.
To be continued......