Part Of The Band ||| Solby

Ch. 15

*Sam pov*

BOOM CRASH BANG

"Fuck!" I shot up and looked around the room. Colby was laughing on the floor in the corner of the room with a Tito's bottle in his hand. I looked at my phone, it was two in the morning. "Shit sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He laughed getting up and stumbling to his bed. "Colby give me that." I said walking over to him and snatching the bottle from his hand. "You want some?" He asked sitting up on his bed. "It's two am, you should be asleep not drinking."

"Bitch, I'm a grown ass man you do not tell me what to do." He walked closer to me trying to grab the drink back. "I understand that you're grown, but even grown people need sleep. I need it, Jake needs it, you need it." I saw him balling up his fist so i took the opportunity to walkout of the room.

I put the half empty bottle in the liquor cabinet. Jake was in the living so i went in there to chill a little bit. "Why are you up?" He asked as I sat on the couch next to him. "I could ask you the same thing. But Colby didn't go to sleep, instead he got drunk and broke his lamp. I took the bottle away and here I am."

"God, he's like a fucking child." I nodded in agreement and sighed. "So how do we help him?"

"Well he needs like professional help. One time I had to have my mom baker acted, I'm thinking thats what we do. They will take him to a mental health center and treat him accordingly. I feel like shit doing it, and he's going to hate me." Jake patted me on the back, "If it'll help it needs to be done." He said reassuringly.

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The next morning Colby came downstairs and opened the fridge. "Why do we have no food! Like ever!" He yelled, his voice filled the house. "Kat's at the store now, she's getting more." Jake said from the couch. The fridge door slammed and Colby stomped back up to his room. "A fucking child." Jake laughed, maybe a little too loud.

"The fuck did you say!?" Colby yelled coming back downstairs. "Jake you think you're so fucking funny! It's not going to be funny when I-" Colby looked over and saw me sitting on the other side of the room. "You're going too what?" Jake asked with a cocky tone. Colby looked over at me then back at Jake. "To be fair, you were acting like a child." Jake said throwing his hands up in a defensive manner. Colby once again looked at me, I knew Jake was taking this opportunity to say whatever he want because he knew there would be no consequences. "You always throw fits, stomp around, yell. Those are all things that children do when they're mad." Colby started balling up his fists and clenching jaw. "Jake just stop." I said finally intervening. "Whatever." Jake said looking down at his phone. Colby walked up to his room and i slapped Jake.

"What the fuck man?" He turned to look at me. "If you saw a house burning down would you add gasoline?" He shook his head no, "Well thats what you're doing when you talk to him like that." Jake rolled his eyes and giggled. "He's not going to do anything while you're around."
"Yeah maybe not to you."

I walked up to Colby's room and lightly knocked on his door. "Fuck off." I opened the door and stepped inside. "What do you want?" He asked sitting up on his bed. "Nothing. Just t-" "Make sure I'm okay? I'm fine you can leave." My phone went off and Colby went back to whatever he was doing.

Lucas
Come over

Sam
I can't rn
Maybe tomorrow

Lucas
Y not 😫

Sam
I'm over at my friends house
I'm helping him with something

Lucas
Him???

Sam
Colby

Lucas
I thought u didn't like him

Sam
I don't
I'm just helping him out

Lucas
With what
Y can't he do it himself

Sam
Bc he just can't

Lucas
I don't want u around him
He likes u and is gonna pull something

Sam
First off u can't tell me who i can and can't hangout with
Second he wouldn't

Lucas
I can tell u bc i'm ur bf
And yes he would
He's a whore

Sam
Wtaf
I can't do this

Lucas
Wtf does that mean

Sam
I mean i cant be with someone who doesn't trust me or my friends

Lucas
Whatever ur weird anyways

Just kill me at this point.

Im begging.

"Colby, you know I'm not gonna leave." He huffed and rolled over to face me. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were tear stained. "Just leave." His voice cracked as he spoke. "No." He flipped me off and shoved his face further into his pillow. I sat down next to him and lightly rubbed his back. "Do you hate me?" He asked quietly. "No, of course I don't hate you. You've just made some bad decisions, everyone does."

"I'm sorry." He said sitting up fully wiping his eyes. "It's okay." I replied getting up and walking over to the small couch.

"We need to talk though." He nodded and I continued. "I know you don't wanna hear this, but you need help. Real help, from doctors. You cannot continue to get mad like that, I know it's a natural reaction, but it's not a good one. There's a mental health center thirty minutes away, I think you should check in." He shook his head. "No absolutely not. Thats for crazy people, I'm not crazy." I sighed, "No it's for people who need help. You need help."

"Get the fuck out."

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