"Robert, son, please..."
His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken hearts. The flashbacks stated to burn his eyes. He had tried so hard to close the doors on his past life. What was he doing trying to open them all over again?
"Son, stop!"
This time Robert froze, but he didn't turn around.
He could see his mother clearly now; on the expensive leather couch in the lavish, dark study of their mansion. Fragile hands holding a tumbler of the strongest Russian vodka, glassy eyes failing to recognize him. He remembered all his vain attempts at bringing his mother back to life. And suddenly, all he felt was pure, unadulterated hot rage. Coupled with bitterness. So, as nature would have it, he snapped.
"What, Father? What do you want now? After twelve years of being AWOL, you're back. Why now? You weren't there when I needed you; you left! I was fifteen, Dad. Fifteen! I wasn't supposed to be taking care of my alcoholic, dying mother. Thanks to you, I was.
"Please... Please, leave me alone. Please, D-dad."
He had spent all these years convincing himself that he was over his MIA father and alcoholic mother. But his lifelong facade shattered. That day, Robert Chase truly accepted he had failed, because he realized there were only so many words he could give himself before each syllable just became noise.
Author's Note: Greetings, everyone! I hope you're all doing lovely. =)
I'm back with another short oneshot (that may or may not turn into more) for you guys. I'm not the best writer but I certainly try. And I hope you guys like this one. It's about Dr. Robert Chase, as you all have read above =p, who is a precious muffin for me. What with his amazing hair, drool-worthy accent, and even more tragically amazing life story. 3 I don't really know if the year/age I've used in the fic is right, but just go with it? Or correct me if you have the right numbers. Also, as usual, positivea and motivating constructive criticism is encouraged. Hope you guys enjoy this.
Thank you,
R.