Skirt - A Solby Story - COMPLETED ☑️

[3] Gun triggered

I don't know why, but I released this because I was really sick I, and I just didn't have the motivation for it. I will be making more faster.
This chapter will be a little short.

TRIGGER WARNING: I don't know if it really is but I will just say.

Colby's pov

"Sam please. Aarh" I sobbed "Pl-please don-don't die" I sobbed out screaming.

—5 minutes before—

As I was sleeping on Sam's bed, I heard some whispering, and footsteps. I stood up from the bed to look at my phone, to see what time it was.

~4:25am~

I walked to Sam's door that was open. And I could feel that Sam weren't alone or else if he's mom were home the light would have been on.

I then walked down the steps when I was at the very few last. I could see that Sam was at gunpoint? I could see a guy, but not what he looked like.

"Don't move closer or I'll shoot Sam" he growled. "I don't want to die Colby" Sam sobbed out, making me brim a tear.

"Who are?" I asked as he intensely looked at me. "Sam knows me. Your new aren't you? Sam doesn't deserve you" he said as I pointed out "there look someone's over there" I said as he looked at the way I pointed.

As he looked away I quietly walked fast over the wooden floor to Sam. The guy turned around. He saw that I was hugging Sam.

He aimed up at me. Sam turned us around. The guy fired the gun. The bullet hit Sam. Right in the shoulder.

The guy stood up walked out of the house.

—Same time as last chapter—

"Sam please. Aarh" I sobbed "pl-please don't die" I screamed.

"Brrr" He sounded blood coming out of the mouth. "No Sammy ple-please d-dont d-die" I sobbed as I took my phone out of my pocket. As I dialed 911 the guy came back. "He deserved that shit. He doesn't deserve to leave. Just die. F*g" he growled. As he said the last part I stood up fast and held my hand up. "Don't say that you fucking stupid ass old fucker" I said as I pushed him to the wall right beside the door as he gasped. "Hmp. He deserved that. Get out of my way" he said as I was griping his neck so he lost air and couldn't breathe.

As he fell to the floor, I called the cops on my now broken phone. "911 what your emergency?" A lady asked. "I-it's my g-gir- friend it-it's my f-friend. He's dy-dying.

"Calm down sir. I'll send you an ambulance. What's your address?" She asked listening to me "I-I live at *** street" I said holding Sam's head on my lap flooding with blood.

As I waited for the ambulance to come. There were a very uncomfortable silence. Until I heard Sam say "p-please he-help me" in a mumbling voice. He couldn't talk clearly because he had a mouth full of blood.

"I will my Sammy" I cried holding onto him.
As I said that he stopped moving. "No Sam please. Don't leave me now" I sobbed.

I heard the medics come in and take care of him.

"I-is he go-going to be okay? Please y-tell me" I sobbed, as they got him ready in the ambulance car.

"He is going to be okay. You wanna come with him?" A lady asked looking at me.

"Yes I do" I said climbing into the car.

Words: 624

(Sorry that I just left it here suddenly. But yeah hope you like it)