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

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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: February 11, 2021

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The thick scent of flowers, mixed with the stench of ladies perfume, sweat, and mothballs, surrounded Rob. Beside him stood his dad and his brothers as they accepted the offers of condolences from the mourners.

The girls clung to his pant legs. The tears they cried must be more fear than anything else. Rob didn't think they understood what happened. He thought his sisters might be too young to understand death.

Everything seemed surreal. Rob had been walking around in a stupor for the past three days. He wanted to cry. He needed to cry. His guts had been torn out. He wished he could clear his head of the fog encircling him. His mother wasn't dead, couldn't be dead. It had to be a mistake.

A small group of mourners made its way toward the cemetery. Not many people befriended Rachel, and any friends grew leery of her husband over the years. They saw Rachel come to church often, trying to hide blackened eyes behind sunglasses and bruises under the shade of a large floppy hat. They wanted nothing to do with Carl. Carl was never a churchgoer. Now, with Rachel dead, they would no longer witness how Carl treated her.

They arrived back at the house in silence. Rob kicked his shoes off at the door and slowly climbed the steps to his room. He felt drained. Empty. He still hadn't cried. He didn't think he had the energy to do so.

The bedroom was dark since it faced west, and he left the light off and pulled the curtains, making it darker. He preferred it to the bright sunlight that was a traitor to this day. How, was he supposed to go one when the light of was life extinguished?

There was a soft knock at the door. Rob turned from the window just as Caleb stepped into the room.

"Go away." He turned back to the window.

"Dad wants us all in the livingroom."

"I don't care."

"You'd better care. He's falling apart and needs us now."

"He's falling apart? What about the rest of us?"

"The rest of us need to stick together. Maybe that's why Dad wants us downstairs--now. Let's go."

He followed his elder brother down the stairs and into the livingroom. The draperies covering the front windows were still closed. His dad sat in his usual chair by the fireplace, his mandolin still in its case. A bottle of Wild Turkey sat on the table beside him, a glass full of the brown liquid in his hand.


Rob's stomach somersaulted the sight of the liquor. He never saw his father drink anything but beer. The thought of the hard stuff scared him.

"Sit down, boys," his dad said.

They all sat down and waited. When Dad finally spoke, his voice held a grim determination.

"No more church."

"Dad? What do you mean?" Rob wanted to ask, but Caleb leaned forward with wide eyes.

"Just what I said." He took a long swallow from the glass. "No more freebies. Church was your mother's idea. From now on, we'll be getting paid for our music."

The boys were silent until the old man slammed his fist down on the coffee table, startling them.

"Do you hear me?" he shouted. "No more! We're going to start making some money. You guys are plenty good enough, so there's no reason we can't start right now."

"I have friends." His dad continued when there was no response from the boys. "I can get us gigs in the local places around here."

"You mean bars?" Rob asked.

"I mean bars where they pay you to entertain. And what's wrong with that?"

He lowered his eyes to the floor and left his father's question unanswered. He cast a sidelong glance toward his brothers. Caleb was picking lint off the arm of the couch. Jacob was biting his fingernails. Luke stared at the floor, his feet tapping out a rhythm. None of them were comfortable with their father's decision. Mum would never approve.

"I know your mother wouldn't approve." He took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, tapped one out, and put it to his lips. "But she's dead." He struck the match and held it to the end of the cigarette. He took a deep drag and blew the smoke out. "I'm not. Not yet, anyway."

At the boy's sharp intake of breath, the steely eyes glanced up at them. "You boys have a problem with this?"

It wouldn't matter if they did. Free from the religious fervor of his wife, their father would do what he wanted. If he wanted to smoke in the house, he would. If he wanted to get blind running drunk in the house, he would.

Somehow, Rob knew deep inside that his dad would be going on a fast track in the other direction, and they had no say about it.


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