A Star For Rob

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A Star For Rob

Status: Draft

A Star For Rob

Book by: k.l.warzala

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Genre: Romance

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

 

 

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

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Submitted: March 03, 2021

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Rob waited for Lucy to come back, waited for Lucy to bring his clothes, waited for Lucy to rescue him from this place. It seemed like he had been waiting for a very long time.

He waited for someone to remove the IV and the tube down his throat. Waiting, waiting, waiting. He grew tired of waiting.

He started to worry. He needed to find out if he screwed up his tour or if he screwed up his entire career. He couldn't even ask what day it was since he couldn't friggin' talk.

He heard footsteps approaching. He hoped it was Lucy. But a doctor was the next person to pull the curtain aside.

"Hello, Rob," the doctor said. "Are you ready for that thing to come out?"

He blinked. Yes.

"All right. Let's get you comfortable." He moved closer to the bed and used the call button. "We need some help in here," he explained.

A different nurse this time came into the room. Pencil-thin with blonde hair that she wore in French braids, she wore the kind of glasses that made a person look like they weren't wearing any.

"Let's get Mr. Starre propped up. He wants his tube removed," the doctor tilted his head at Rob.

She nodded, walked to the bed, and pushed the button. Her hands were slender with long fingers. She helped him up to a sitting position. "How's that," she asked, her voice thin and wispy.

He blinked his eyes. Yes.

The nurse used two fingers to pull the tape holding the tube in Rob's mouth. It stung, making his eyes water. Using a small suction tool, she cleared debris left behind by the medical tape. The small cuff built into the ETT deflated.

He watched the doctor.

"I want you to take a deep breath and then exhale long and hard, Rob," the doctor instructed. "This is going to be a bit unpleasant but not painful. Ready?"

He took a deep breath, then blew out as hard as he could. Simultaneously, the doctor took the end of the tube and pulled it from his mouth. The doc never had a tube down his throat. Unpleasant, my ass.

Rob stiffened. At first, he couldn't breathe. He turned his terror-filled eyes to the doctor.

"Relax," the doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have to relax. I need you to cough."

He couldn't do it. Panic ran through him, and his heart hammered in his chest.

"Rob!" the doctor raised his voice. "Stop panicking. Everything is fine. If you cough, you'll be able to breathe on your own."

Rob coughed, then he started to breathe.

# # #

He waited. And waited. And waited some more. He wished he had his cell phone. He was helpless without the phone numbers stored there. He wished Lucy would come, or at least call. He didn't know how long she'd been gone. The sun was high in the sky when she left the hospital. It would be sliding into the Pacific Ocean soon.

The wheelchair he sat in got uncomfortable, but he didn't want to leave the window where he perched at the end of the hall. He could view the entrance to the parking lot from where he sat, and he could watch each car as it came and went. There were many. Buicks, Toyotas, Cadillacs. He even saw a Hummer (he didn't know anyone still drove those gas hogs), but Lucy's car never came.

It was growing dark outside when he gave up and wheeled himself back to his room. Something must have happened for Lucy not to come back. Something not good. Something horrible. The rock in his stomach let him know that it was still there, and he leaned forward in the wheelchair, letting his chest rest on his knees. It helped ease the gnawing sensation the rock caused when it rumbled deep in his stomach.

It happened suddenly. The hospital intercom came to life with gibberish that he didn't understand. He forced himself to sit up straight as nurses and doctors rushed past him, the doctors' white coats flying behind them, the nurses in pursuit, their white shoes squeaking on the tile floor as they ran.

An orderly stopped behind Robs' wheelchair and started to wheel him toward his room. "Let's move you out of the way. I don't think you want to be trampled by this stampede."

"What's going on?" He turned in the chair and glanced up at the orderly.

The orderly was a monster of a man.He must have stood over six feet and 300 pounds of all muscle. When he smiled down at Rob, his teeth were bright against his dark face.

"Bus crash," the orderly answered. "Happened a little while ago. EMTs are just now bringing in the people that were seriously injured. I guess it was bad. A lot of people were hurt, a lot of people were killed. They had to use the Jaws of Life to get most of 'em out."

Rob was glad Lucy had a car and never had to take the bus. He was glad, too, that he wasn't on the bus since it was his only means of transportation.

"I'm DeWayne," the orderly said. "Everybody just calls me D.

He took the big man's hand and shook it. "Rob," he said. "Nice to meet you, D."

"Ditto, Rob. Need any help getting back in bed?"

He glanced at the bed. That was the last place he wanted to be. "Nah, I got this," he said.

"I guess we got you for another night?"

"It's starting to look that way. My girlfriend never came back."

"Oh," D grinned. "You don't think she ran off with someone else, do you?"

He chuckled. "Don't think so. She's having my baby. I think she might stick around for a while."

"I can check your chart if you want. See if the doc has anything planned for you."

"That would be great," Rob's hopes rose.

"What's the last name?"

"Starre."

D's eyebrows rose, creasing his dark forehead. "No, shit?"

Rob laughed. "No, shit. Only it's spelled S.T.A.R.R.E."

"Ahh," D grinned. "Mine's Coffey, like the drink, only not spelt the same."

This time Rob roared with laughter. "It's not," he said when he could finally speak.

"It is. Some people say I could pass for John Coffey. What do you think?"

"I think they might be right."

D's laughter was still echoing down the hall after he left the room.


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