saving a broken heart | colby brock

chapter 6, " so much pain and trauma "

COLBY POV

I felt bad telling Erin, I wanted her to go to therapy.

I just...want her to get better.

I mean shes very pretty,

I don't like her, no, I just met her.

I knew that guy was sketchy, but I didn't pay that much attention.

As we were chilling in Sam's room talking about what we were going to do with Erin.

The feeling of actually seeing her talk to us, and just smile, or laugh is just...it makes me feel like I'm doing something right.

The feeling is like,

There are stars surrounding me, but she, Erin, is my satellite.

As we were discussing, we started to hear screaming, shouting, and very heavy muffling.

As I got up, and put my ear to my door, I heard Erin asking and pleading for him to stop doing something.

"Hey ! Lucas! What hell are you doing?" I shout pounding on the door.

"Lucas!" I say pounding on the door.

It had been five minutes till we were able to get the door open.

When I opened the door, I saw it all, the horrific scene.

When we did I wished I would have never let him in this damn house.

TRIGGER WARNING

Lucas gripping Erin's neck, while touching her in ways, as she's trying to escape, but not even having the amount of strength.

As I pulled Lucas off of Erin I screamed straight in his face, "Don't fucking touch her!" While punching him straight in the jaw.

Punch after punch.

Word after word.

I just put her through so much pain and trauma.

I picked up Erin, wrapping my arms around her, having her wrap her legs around my waist, and arms around my shoulders.

ERIN POV

I feel my arms and legs wrap around a bare chest.

When I opened my eyes I saw a red car hood, and the front of the house.

I instantly knew where I was just by the smell of the car, and the way it started.

I looked to the left, and saw Colby starting the car, and reversing.

I put my head back, and rested my eyes, just taking in the events that just happened.

The car stopped, and the engine turned off.

As Colby got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

He tossed me a pair of his sweats, since I was only in a sweatshirt.