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“Well well well, what's going on in here.”
No no no no no, they weren't supposed to be home yet. He was supposed to be able to try out the make up, realize he was being stupid and then clean everything up before they got home. But here he was sitting on the bed with his back to the door, while his husband stood in the doorway.
Now that he was paying attention he could make out sounds from downstairs which meant Whitaker was also home. Being caught by one of them was bad, but both of them was worse, so much worse.
“W-what are you doing back so early?” why did his voice have to shake now of all times.
“Well considering it ended about 40 minutes ago I don't really think we are back all that early.” He sounded very amused with this husband's confusion. And Robby knew without even turning around that Jack had a smirk on his face.
“Oh..”
“Oh?” He laughed, “so you gonna answer my question or better yet turn to look at me.”
No you can't, he can't know. Robby took a shaky breath and tried to answer him to say anything. But nothing would come out.
“Michael?” Jack's voice sounded actually worried now.
Say something “I'm fine Jack, I'll meet you down stairs in a minute.” Please listen.
He didn't get a response back and for a minute he thought maybe jack had listened and left. But then he heard the familiar footsteps make there way into the room. Into the room and towards him! No no no.
He knew there was no escape, even if he could somehow push past Jack with Whitaker downstairs he would never make it outside. Plus if he did somehow manage to make it outside, what would he do then. Everyone will know what kinda freak you really are.
The bed dipped as Jack sat down next to him. Robby kept his face down, looking at the blanket under him.
“Robby look at me,”
He shook his head, word not working. He felt pressure behind his eyes. Don't cry.
“Micheal. Look at me.” Jack's words were firm but he couldn't do it. He couldn't show him what he had done.
Well he didn't have to because Jack took the choice out of his hand. He felt jack grab under his chin and start to lift his face up. Robby shut his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment on his husband's face. Or maybe he wouldn't be disappointed but disgusted by him instead.
“Look at you.”
Those three words broke the dam and suddenly he was crying. And with the tears came the begging.
“I'm sorry! I'll go wash it off, I'm sorry!”
Robby tried to pull back to run but Jack had a firm grip on his chin and arm.
He tried to push back but no matter what he tried Abbot refused to let go.
Just when Robby thought it couldn't get any worse, Jack called downstairs.
“Dennis, do you mind coming up to the bedroom? I think you should see this.”
No no no no!