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*A few days later*
I'm three days sober, and I'm done with it. It's like an addiction that you can't get rid of. I promised I would stop, for Sam, but I'm not sure if I can. I roll out of bed and put on my black ripped jeans, black socks, black shoes, and my maroon sleeve cut hoodie. I quietly walk down the stairs only to see Aaron.
"Hey, Colby, what are you doing?" Aaron asked
"Just going out,"
"Out where," He continued to question me, "you're dressed nicely, and is that cologne I smell?"
"I'm just going out Aaron," I say walking out. Truth is, I'm going to a gay club, but he doesn't need to know that. I drive down the street to the club, and I immediately see, through the window, a guy in a black laced thong, he was probably about 6'5, and in his mid-twenties. I walk into the club and go straight towards to bar.
I wake up to the ringing of my phone next to my bed. I look to see what it was, Aaron was calling me,
"Yo, dude, what time is it, "I ask, I had gone to bed about an hour ago,
"It's 2 in the morning, but Colby just left, it looked like he was going out," he replied,
"Okay, umm, I'll be down in a few," I say hanging up the phone, I get dressed and see Aaron sitting at the kitchen table on his phone. "Any idea where he might be?"
"No, but we might be able to track him, don't you guys turn your trackers on for your exploration video's?"
"Yeah, that's actually a good idea." I pull out my phone to see where he might be, "Okay, well, it looks like he is at a place called the 'White crème club'" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, why would he be there?
"What would you like to drink sir?" the bartender asked,
"Umm, I'll have a club soda," I think that I do it for Sam, but I re-think. Sam's not going to see me, so what does it matter, "you know what? Scratch that I'll have a shot of tequila,"
"Can I see you're ID first?"
I show him my ID, and he gives me the tequila. I was on my fifth shot and absolutely hammered. The music was blaring, the strippers were stripping, and I honestly am having the best time I have had for a long time.
An hour later, I pay the check and start to leave. I walk out the doors and take a deep breath, I start to walk through the alley to my car. I've always hated the dark, no one knows what lurks in it. I stop as I hear voices coming towards, then I see three tall bulky figures emerge from the shadows. I pull out my phone and go straight to Instagram. I walk on the opposite side of the alleyway from the figures, but they split into a triangle blocking my way.
"Can I help you guys?" I ask, my voice quivering,
"Yes, you can," the men walk close to me, easily five inches taller than me, they keep walking towards me, walking me into a corner, "now, what is such a pretty boy doing here?" My back hit the cold brick wall. Anxiety started building up in me. One of the men with blonde hair shoved his hand on my throat, one of the other ones with black hair approached me slowly and began licking my throat, one long streak from my collar bone to my ear. My vision begins to get blurry, my throat starts closing, my eye's burned, and I felt a tear drop down my cheek slowly.
"Please..." I choked.
"Shut it faggot," one of them yelled. The blonde let the grip on my throat loosen, I fall to my knees, broken. The third one with a red bandanna came over and grabbed my hair from the back of my head, and pulled it back so I had to look at him.
"This one is weak, but make him remember tonight." He said pushing my head down so I was on my hands and knees. One of them kicked me in my stomach, I scream in pain.
"Oh dear, we will have to punish you for screaming," the black haired male said as he kicked me again. This time I whimper, not wanting to get any more hurt. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me up to my feet. He looked at me straight in the eyes, and slowly pulled out his knife. I begin to squirm as he held it up to my throat, not the smartest thing. "You better stop that shit boy,"
The blonde male pushed him out of the way and began kissing my neck, hard. He left hickey after hick. I start silently sobbing knowing there is nothing I can do about it. After about a minute, he threw me against the wall, he and the black haired male threw punch after punch, all over my body, until sunrise. I sat there beaten, broken, innocence lost, all in the corner of the alleyway. I couldn't bring myself to move.
"Aaron, I think we need to go get Colby, he hasn't left the alleyway for about three hours," he might be passed out, drunk next to the club. Or my worst fear, dead.
"Let's go get him," Aaron sighed and got up.
A few minutes we arrive at a parking lot behind the club. Aaron and I get out of the car in sync. We see arrows pointing towards the entrance of an alleyway. Aaron and I make eye contact before walking towards the entrance of the alleyway.
I hear more voices, I almost don't want to speak everything hurts, but I manage to, "h-h-help," Is all I could manage out.
"Aaron, did you hear that?" Sam! It was Sam, shit, shit, shit. I can't let him see me like this.
"Yeah, it came from over there," I could hear Aaron start running, Sam following close behind.
They both rounded the corner at the same time, almost skipping over me, "S-Sam," I croak, as he rushes over to me.
"Oh my God, Colby what the hell happened?" Sam asked worry written all over his face, "Aaron where is the nearest hospital?"
"About twenty-two miles away,"
"Fine, Aaron, get him to his feet start going to the car, I'm going to call Elton to get things ready," alleyway
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Split Second- BrolbyFanfiction
Colby has been different since suicide forest, and when i say different, i mean something happened there, and i changed my best friend, and not for the better.