Plagued With Sordid Events Past

This story has been prompted by AriellaXavier and the prompt was Robbie WAS molested by uncle Ken and he has a flashback to it.

For obvious reasons I'm putting out a warning about sexual abuse for this story and if you wish to not read this one shot for whatever reason, then please don't!

There is nothing in detail about what happened as I've been mainly focusing on how it affected Robbie and his feelings about it. The flashback is the actual event, though it's not explicit.

During the month that Robbie had been away at his Uncle Ken's and Auntie Jean's, he had found it almost impossible to fall asleep at night. It wasn't because he was homesick, because he wasn't and if anyone asked he would always deny it, after all he did have reputation to keep up.

But he had missed his family. He missed the easy banter from his brothers and the stern, yet kind words from his mum. Hell he even missed the permanent smell of burnt food that always seemed to linger around the house, no matter how much air freshener you sprayed around the place. But there was one thing he missed the most, the one thing that was the main factor to his sleepless nights.

He would never admit it, but Robbie missed Jason, more than he would have even thought possible. He hated how sad it made him sound, but it was the truth.

He had never been separated from his twin for more than a day, so to suddenly be unable to speak to him whenever he wished was a big shock to the system, and almost impossible to deal with.

And even though the pair used facebook and skype regularly to keep in touch. it really wasn't the same thing, because it was the little things that Robbie found himself missing. Their ridiculous arguments that could last the whole day, but by the end no matter what, it would all be okay and they could laugh it off.

Pairing off and having the other's back when the rest of the family became too bogged down with the life and death of Alan Roscoe, the memories of the perfect husband and father running through their heads. The man that neither twin would have chance of ever meeting and who had instead been gifted with an absolute waste of space for a father.

And although it was sappy as fuck, the thing that Robbie hated the most was how loud the silence was in his room without the simple sound of his brother breathing. The silence suffocated him and Robbie simply couldn't sleep at night, his own thoughts running riot in his head with nothing to distract him and help him focus.

For the first seventeen and a half years of his life, Robbie had always shared his room with Jason and when he was forced to no longer do so, he simply found himself staring at the ceiling for hours on end, begging and praying for his thoughts to quieten so he could get a few hours of sleep at least.

But now he was back with his brothers, the slow deep breathes of his sleeping twin finally filling the room and letting him relax. So why wasn't he asleep? Because although Robbie was no longer being consumed by the silence, he was now being taken over by his own haunting memories, unable to sleep lest the nightmares came back.

The teenager was absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but knew that was the last thing he could do.

Ever since it had happened, Robbie had found it impossible to sleep soundly through the night, always waking up every few hours gasping for breath and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, trying to calm his sobs and pretend that that terrible event had never happened, though pretending never got you very far, not when your subconscious was so desperate to fight against you and remind you of what happened at every bloody corner.

So the only thing he could do, if he wanted to keep a semblance of his sanity was to not sleep. Fighting back an exhausted yawn, Robbie sat up and lightly jumped down the bunk bed ladder, trying not to wake up Jason who hadn't even stirred at the movement.

He needed to keep moving, had to be properly exhausted before going back to sleep, he was not going to risk a chance of dreaming again, he absolutely refused to let that happen.

But unfortunately that was a lot easier said than done and after three straight nights of using that particular technique, Robbie found his endurance a lot shorter than it had been, simply because he was so exhausted.

He managed to pace the length of the bedroom floor only a handful of times before he found himself lowering onto the desk chair, promising himself half-heartedly (and half consciously), that he would only sit down for a few moments, though by the time he realised that his lids were lowering, he was already too gone to fight the fresh wave of sleep that hit him.

The steaming water soothed Robbie's aching muscles as he scrubbed away the mud and dirt that had come from his latest football training. The small club wasn't a patch on the one that he'd found at Hollyoaks but it would more than do for the moment.

After all, he'd never been much of a team player anyway, so having to support the whole team himself was no difficulty for the young Roscoe. It didn't mean that he didn't miss the kick abouts in the garden with his brothers any less though.

Berating himself for being so soft, Robbie sighed and turned the water off, drying himself off lightly before tying the towel it around his waist and making his way back to the spare room that he was currently using as his own.

He grabbed his phone from the side and smiled lightly to himself as he read a message that Jase had sent to him earlier on in the afternoon, sending out his own as he sat on the bed, yawning heavily.

The football team might be absolutely rubbish, but they did their job in keeping Robbie entertained whilst wearing him out well enough to stop him from wanting to cause a load of trouble (when his mum had first said that, he had been insulted, not liking how much of a pet dog it made him sound, though after a bit of time he realised how true it probably was).

Before he knew it his eyes were drooping and Robbie found himself lightly dozing, only vaguely registering the creaking of his door as either his uncle or auntie looked in on him.

When the door closed shut he didn't even crack open an eye, naturally assuming they had just left him as they so often did when they saw that he was okay. He stiffened when he felt heavy footsteps moving around the room, quickly identifying them as his Uncle's, though otherwise he didn't move.

His uncle had always been a bit... doo-lally and Robbie had long since stopped questioning it.

He sincerely hoped that his uncle was just grabbing a book from the side (with it being the only spare room, a lot of both his auntie and uncle's stuff cluttered Robbie's new living space, and they were constantly darting in and out to grab random items).

If he pretended he was sleeping then hopefully the older man would soon leave, and Robbie wouldn't have to make any sort of awkward small talk with only a towel wrapped around him.

It was only when he felt the bed sink down as Ken sat right next to him, did Robbie actually realise that something really wrong was going on. It was one thing to wander around the room looking for things when your practically naked nephew was just feet away, it was completely another to sit on the bed next to him!

Robbie startled when he felt a hand on his leg, slowly rising up his thigh to the hem of his towel. Everything inside of him was screaming, to move, to beat the older man off of him before Ken could do something, but he couldn't.

He was frozen in place and was helpless as Ken only lifted the towel up further, his meaty hand slipping under after a few seconds. Tears leaked out from his lids and Robbie willed himself to move, to do anything to make it stop, unable to believe what was happening to him in that very moment.

"Please," he finally gasped, choking his breath and hating his body for betraying him like it was currently doing. "Stop, just stop."

Ken recoiled back, showing he hadn't known that Robbie was awake and that made the younger boy feel even sicker. Ken didn't do anything as Robbie pulled the robe tightly around his body, gasping erratically for breath.

"Look, I'm not, I wasn't," Ken stuttered, stumbling over his words as he backed out of the room. "Just don't tell your auntie."

When his uncle had gone, bedroom door slamming shut behind him, Robbie fell to the floor, sobs of pure anguish running through his body, unable to believe what had just happened and how helpless he had been.

He couldn't breath, couldn't think straight as the panic attack worked it's way through his body and Robbie's vision became spotty, as the only thing he could think of was the clammy touch of his uncle's hand on his thigh, slowly working its way further and further up his leg.

Robbie was jolted awake by not only his own breathless sobs but also by Jason frantically shaking him, a worried expression on his face.

"You were having a nightmare," Jason said quietly when his brother woke up, eyes widening in shock as Robbie only began sobbing harder, still consumed by what had happened, not only in his dream world but a few days ago.

"Hey, it's okay Rob," Jason soothed, pulling Robbie into a tight hug and praying he could do something to fix his now broken twin, though knowing there was very little he'd be able to do himself. "You're safe now, he's nowhere and he's never going to get you okay."

As Robbie felt himself calming down and gaining more control, he didn't loosen his grip on his brother, needing the comfort from Jason and to know that there was someone, at least one person out there for him.

He felt Jason move from next to him, and turned to see the bedroom door swung wide open, every member of the family at the entrance way, a worried look painted on all their faces.

Maybe, just maybe he didn't just have one person to help him out. And maybe he would be able to move on, without his nights plagued with sordid events passed.

So yeah... I hope you all enjoyed that. I want to say that's one of my more darker pieces, but I think we all know that's it pretty equal to some other things I've wrote in the past.

As always drop me a PM or a review if you have a prompt! But thank you all for the ones I've received so far, it's crazy how many of you trust me to write up your ideas and I've got prompts now up to chapter 39, something I didn't think ever possible.

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