Hallo! Okay so... It's starts with Sam's POV then when you see this:
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That means that it switched to Colby's POV. But, if it was Colby's POV and you see it, then it switched to Sam's POV. Basically if you see that and it's Sam's POV then it's switched to Colby's and if it's Colby's POV then it's switched to Sam's. Also, this chapter is LONG and I'm not joking. It over 2,000 words. I wanted to make up for all the updates I've missed when I could've updated soo.. here's this
Uhm also, warning. There will be smut and words suck as dick, ass, etc. If you're too immature then just... don't bother reading this.
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"Sam.. this is gonna sound real stupid but... kiss me." Colby muttered. I looked at him, at his eyes, at his pale cheeks tented a light pink, at his lips. Oh, how soft his lips are. I leaned closer, and before I knew it, our lips were connected. The moment was perfect. Although we had kissed before, this one felt different. It felt like an act of love and passion, rather than an action of a newly found lust. He tangled his hands in my blonde locks and I put my arms around his waist. I pulled away abruptly and he looked at me. "What?" Colby had asked, but I didn't respond. I was too deep in thought. "Sam? Are you not comfortable with this?" He asked as he brought his hands down to his sides. "Hm? No, of course I am! I was just wondering if you wanted this. Like, if you really wanted this. And don't you think that this all happened too fast?" I asked and he chuckled a little. "First off, Yes, I want this. Second off, we met like a week ago. It's better than this happening on the first day we met, right?" He asked and I just shrugged. "I guess so, but still.." I muttered and he giggled. "It doesn't matter, we still have a big day ahead of us, we can talk about it while we're packing my stuff. Now let's go!" Colby said as he unlocked and opened the door, rushing down the stairs. I rushed down after him and grabbed him by his waist, pulling him to me.
"Slow down, Colby. I'm the one driving anyway," (me forgetting they could simply just walk to his house) I said and chuckled. "Sam get off my friend- y'all just met like yesterday dude-" Katrina said and I turned my head, stuck my tongue out at her, and pulled Colby even closer. Colby laughed a little at my childish act and pulled out of my grip. "Let's go, I need to get my stuff ready, Sam." He said she Katrina gasped. "Shit I forgot! I'll go clean his room for y'all." She said and I just smiled a little as she ran up the stairs. "What's happening exactly?-" Seth asked and I laughed a little. "Colby insisted he move in." I said and Colby gasped dramatically. "I did not!-" He said and I looked at him. "Yes, yes you did. Remember?" I said and he kept quiet. "Exactly." I said and Colby just dragged me out of the house. "You're a bitch, Sam." He muttered and I looked at him, a look of slight anger, though I wasn't even angry. "What was that?" I asked and he looked at me. "I said-" He had cut himself off after seeing the look in my eyes. "Nothing." He said and I laughed a little as we walked to his house. "Wait.. Why don't I just come visit on weekends for now? I'll still visit during the week a little." He said and I nodded a little. "If that's what you want, then that's fine. We can just go and pack you bags for the rest of the week? It'll only be four days. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday." I said and he nodded with a smile.
We walked inside his house and all I could smell was pure alcohol. I then looked around to see a huge mess. "Colby, what's all this?" I asked.
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As we walked into my house, the smell of pure alcohol made it's way up my nostrils. I almost gagged at the strong smell and I then looked around the house. A pure mess. 'Well.. fuck. They've been drinking again...' I thought then sighed and Sam looked at me. "Colby, what's all this?" He asked me and I felt tears threatening to fall. I held them back. Held back all the emotions I've built up throughout the years. "Cole!!" My mom yelled my name and I tensed. She stomped my way and I saw her raise her hand as to slap me, then she noticed Sam and put her hand on my shoulder. She reeked of alcohol. I sighed and slapped her hand away. She then pushed past me and walked out of the house. "Fuck... EVAN!?" I yelled as I tensed up. I forgot she was even here. "EVAN!!" I yelled again and there was a knock on her door, three knocks. We did that when we couldn't communicate to say 'I need help'. I looked over at Sam and sighed. "I'll be right back, don't move." I said as I ran off to her room. "Evan?" I said softly but there was no response. "Evan?" I said a little louder, I know she heard me but... no response. "EVAN FUCKING RESPOND!!" I yelled desperately as I felt tears fall and there was two more knocks. In this situation, I know it's her probably saying 'help me'. I put my back against the door and slid to the ground. "Evan, can you hear me?" There was a light knock. A yes. "Are you okay?" No knock, a no. "Are you hurt, Evan?" I asked. Three knocks. Yes, yes, yes. "Are you hurt bad?" I asked. One knock. I sighed and knocked on the door four times. 'Can I come in' and there was a single, weak knock. "Alright, I'm coming in." I said as I opened the door and saw Evan laid on the floor, bloody, glass strown across the floor, and three men. My stepdad, and two of his friends. They were passed out. Nothing would wake them up. I then noticed just how badly she was injured. I felt myself about to vomit, and I didn't even notice it at first, but I called out for Sam. Multiple times. I fell to the ground next to Evan and put her hand in mine. She squeezed my hand ever so slightly as she looked at me with a small smile. "Evan.. Evan are you okay?" I asked frantically but she didn't respond. "Evan?.." I said and I saw her mouth move, but nothing came out. "Evan can you... can you not talk?" I asked and she failed to squeeze my hand, a no. "Evan... please, please just stay with me.." I said and her eyes were beginning to flutter closed. "Evan.. Evan!!" I yelled as the hurried steps in the hall became even more hurried. "Colby what's-" Sam started but he froze. I was just sitting there, staring at my sister who is covered in blood, staring at my potentially dead sister. Sam kneeled next to me and reached out a hand to hold mine but I quickly slapped it away. "Sam. Call 911. Now!" I said and he nodded, grabbing his phone hurriedly. I let out many hurried and shaky breaths as he was on the phone. I felt myself in a full panic. He wrapped his arm around me and held me as I started crying into his shoulder. As I looked at Evan again I noticed many cuts on her wrists. She'd been cutting again as well...
