Tears in the rain

by Lady Victoria Seraphina

On a cool rainy day Robbie has fled to a secret place he goes to be alone where no one can see him cry. Tambry's gone now too and once again people see him as some sort of abusive monster. If they only knew the truth,only knew what was really going on in that house by the cemetery. This is the story of Robbie's redemption and the love that was always right before his eyes.

The raindrops trickled their way down through the graceful branches of the towering old pine trees,cascading down to the moss carpeted forest floor. Beneath a large old fir,gnarled and twisted with age sat a lone youth in a black hood.

In isolated loneliness far from prying eyes He sat alone drenched to the bone with the icy rainwater and kissed by a bitter breeze. The only warmth He felt came from the tears that streamed down his face. The saltine warm fluid stung his split lip and dripped from his chin,briefly gathering on his sparse scruff. The only comfort that came from the cold rainwater was a soothing numbing to the bruises beneath his clothes.

Robbie rocked back and fourth while his left knee trembled and his thoughts raced as he struggled to fabricate some plausible excuse for his battered appearance. His credibility with his friends had reached its breaking point after the CD incident with Wendy. Made only worse when Tambry's affections mysteriously faded leaving him heart broken again and rumors flying he was some sort of abusive jerk. Two girls dumping him in such a short window of time coupled with the other rumors did not look good for him. Robbie had no trust and no credibility left. Even if He could cook up a lie it wouldn't work anymore.

He couldn't tell a soul who was responsible for his abuse after all who would believe the sweet Valentino's would hurt the son they publicly coddled and fawned over? The deep vertical scars that crisscrossed his forearms bore evidence to his instability and desperation and the depth of depression he had sunk to in the past. The freshest ones lingered from the breakup and had been carefully stitched by his parents expert hands. Not out of so much concern as embarrassment and caution Robbie may start talking if given the chance in a hospital setting.

Only He knew the dark secret regarding the true source of their unusual financial wealth. What better cover for trafficking human organs then a kindly pair of morticians and their cherished son? How often had his Father hung the threat over his head,"You ever feel like running your mouth remember a healthy teen boys organs can fetch a cool million on the market these days..." He dug the graves,burned evidence,tended to the cemetery and did as he was told but still made mistakes and was still beat from time to time.

If only people knew. He never meant to be so cruel and cold,He never meant to be so disdainful and rude,he hated lying to the people he cared about but he had no choice. When Robbie seemed like a jerk deep down inside every time he was sorry. Even when it came to Dipper. He felt like dirt taking it out on him and even worse it just made him look like some monster picking on a little kid.

Robbie felt so alone,parents who clearly only used and abused him and friends and an entire town that either hated him or mistrusted him. His behavior growing ever more erratic and unstable and sometimes even violent. Robbie just wanted someone to love him,he wanted to be held and spoken to gently and cared for like other kids his age but sadly these dreams where as far distant as the stars. All Robbie could do is sit in the rain and cry where his tears could not be seen