𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗯𝘆'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
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"Sam please".
"If you don't leave my house on the count of three, I am calling the police," I didn't take him seriously.
"Sammy I'm sorry it was a mistake everyone makes mistakes, no ones perfect".
"Yeah and people's mistakes has consequences".
"And you don't think I've been tearing myself apart about it?" I yelled at him.
"Colby! It doesn't matter you did what you did and there's nothing taking it back, I'm done, we're done," I let the tears that built up fall as I walked out slamming his door.
I started my car as I speed off with a blurry eyesight. Feeling my lunch from earlier that day rise in my throat, I arrived at my apartment. Proceeding to slam the door open and struggle to rip off my leather jacket and shoes. I stumbled into the kitchen hovering over the sink with both hands on the counter, gripping so tight they turn white.
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𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥
𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
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"God Colby it's been a year, when are you going to grow up?"
"Shut the fuck up Tara! I can choose how I deal with pain and I can choose when to get over it. So don't bring that shit up," said a drunken Colby who was laying in an empty bathtub.
"Okay I'm sorry, but I'm getting tired of you coming to me telling me how upset and depressed you are. It's annoying Colby".
"Get out".
"Huh?" She said standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Get the fuck out!" Tara stood there looking at Colby for a minute then left. After she left Colby grabbed his phone and deactivated both his insta accounts. And posted a video of him drinking a bottle of tequila on Snapchat.
This is how it's been for Colby for almost a year now. Getting high and drinking till he pukes was his new fond hobby. But only recently has he started doing both. The minute he posted that video his phone blew up with "friends" telling him "that's bad" and "stop" but Colby never cared, he'd do whatever it takes to forget. And only twice has he tried killing himself, but no one knows about that.
Then he got a message from the least person he expected, Brennen Taylor. The text read, "Hey Colby I know we haven't talked in a while but I was wandering if you'd like to maybe go on a walk with me? Or something. We could always do something els, something you like?"
Colby was shocked because he hadn't talked to none of the trap house boys neither their friends, in forever. And he's just now reaching out to him? Colby replied with sure, what time.
Brennen said, now.
So Colby texted him his address and got up taking some Advil and drinking some water. He then got ready changing his clothes and brushing his teeth to hide the scent of alcohol on his breath.
Next thang he knew there was a knock at the door.
He opened it to see Brennen, "that was fast".
"Yeah your apartment isn't to far from my place," he said. Colby just nodded as they walked outside silently both of them really at a lost for words. "So, how have you been?"
"How do you think?" Colby said looking at him.
He laughed and looked down shaking his head, "I'll just shut my mouth".
Colby nodded and laughed. "I'm sorry you know, for not reaching out sooner," Brennen said with concern laced in his voice.
Colby looked down silent for a minute, "i am too".
Brennen softly smiled at the thought of Colby missing him. "You know, I don't know if your ready for this but, Sam miss's you," the brown eyed boy said.
"Let him, it'll show him how he made me feel this past year," Colby halfheartedly laughed.
Brennen shook his head, "did you miss me?"
"That depends, you miss me?"
"Like no other," Brennen smiled.
"Tara was the only one that talked to me after," Colby said. "But that all changed a minute ago".
"What do you mean?"
"She said that I was annoying her with all my life's problems," The blue eyed boy replied.
"I'm sorry colbs, I really am. Is there any way I could make it up?" Brennen said stopping in his tracks.
Colby looked at him, "just stay," he said then picked his feet up.
Brennen smiled and nodded as he continued to walk side by side with him.
Colby thought that he had finally gotten his life together, that he was finally happy for once. Him and Brennen have been in a healthy public relationship that the fans seem to love. Of course though every now and then there'll be a comment mentioning Colby's pass relationship with the trap house. The brunette would just ignore it the best he could and tried focusing on the present.
But Colby had to admit, these past 7 months have been heaven for him. Until something bad happens like always, ruining his happiness.
Colby awaited for Brennen to come home on the couch. He had just gotten an unpleasant video sent to him anonymously. And it was wrong to say that he wasn't pissed.
"Hey colbs," Brennen said walking in and sitting his bag on the counter. "What's wrong?"
Colby laughed and wiped the fallen tears off his face with his sweater paws. "This is the only reason you talked to me, your only intentions were to use me!"
The brunette only laughed causing Colby to start yelling again. "You knew my fucking past and you never gave a fuck, you just used me to get back at me for hurting Sam".
"Your mistakes has consequences Colby".
"You bastard!" Colby said throwing a remote at him. "Get the fuck out, I never want to see you again".
"My job here is done," Brennen said walking out the door.
Colby slid down the back of the couch and put his head in his knees. He never wanted Me, the only reason he did was to get back at me - thought Colby.
That night was one of the worst nights he had had in a long time. The blue eyed cried out all the tears that he could, to the point there were no more. He couldn't feel anything he just stood in front of the mirror, red puffy eyed.
He was numb for once, and for once he didn't mind.
He had grabbed his phone dialed the one person he knew not to call. But with a smile He stared in the mirror as his phone rang. After 4 rings a voice had come to answer.
"Hello?"
Colby just stood there, breathing.
"Colby what the fuck".
Colby laughed making sure the blonde heard him. "Nice game Golbach," Said Colby, "you won! I guess it's game over for me huh? Have a nice life Sammy, I missed you".
⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴⚠️ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸>>
With that the brunette hung up throwing the phone at the mirror making a shattering mess. Then he grabbed a plastic bag from his vanity drawer and sat in the bathtub.
This is it - he thought, he was finally going to do it, no more hurt no more pain. He took out the bottle of pills and swallowed a handful, then grabbed the blade from within the bag.
He pulled up his sleeves seeing the old wounds, hundreds lathered both arms from his wrists to elbows. But this time he told himself to go deeper, so deep he went.
He made five deep gashes on both arms watching as his own crimson blood pooled and covered his clothed body. Next thing he knew everything was black.
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