Forget me || Sam Golbach

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And no, he wasnt there when I woke up. Nobody was. I found myself lying on the cold marble floor. I felt the right side of my head pounding and I realized I had fallen on my head. He did not help me at all. He literally just left me there.

All I know after that, was that Colby and Jake did not let that slide. I didnt expect anything physical from Colby because of their brotherly relationship, but boy I did not know that Jake would react that way. This man showed up to Sam's apartment and before actually beating his ass up, he cursed this mf till he couldn't think of any more assaults. The news didn't come to me until a week later from Colby, that blurted out something about Sam's black eye while we were on the phone.
"What???" my heart stopped
"What? Who said that?"
I swear I'd slap that bitch if I had him infront of me.
"Colby start talking before I show up at your door". And then he did. He told me how Jake showed up to his place and did what he did. No matter how much I loved Sam, he deserved that. I didn't waste any time and I went over to Jake's and discussed the whole situation. Tara was lucky in many reasons, and Jake was one of them. As for Colby, he banned Sam from his place for a month. He barely met up with him or talked to him and obviously, their channel lost a big amount of followers that month.
Colby used to talk to me on the phone or meet me at my place almost every single day. He was the one I'd call when Sam would roam around my mind, and he'd come everytime. Everyone except the man I actually wanted.
I never liked feeling pathetic but lately I've been feeling so tired to try to hide how desperate I was for him to come back. I wouldn't hold back my tears and screams late at night. I often heard the neighbor's baby wake up and cry. Other times the heavy raindrops would hit my blinds and startle me, keeping me awake. Many times I'd stay up till daytime in order to sleep, just because he wouldn't show up in the day. I felt I was going crazy.

I visited many therapists during that short period of time, but none of them actually found a solution to my issues. If the blonde wasnt in my dreams he'd be in my room, staring out the window in the night sky, his back turned to me, light blonde hair shining bright from the moonlight. The first few times, I'd call out to him, go up to him and he'd disappear. I'd call him right after that and left messages to his voicemail. Obviously never gotten a response, but just the thought that he might listen to them gave me comfort. I knew he didnt.
After a few nights, I'd just stare at him. His beautiful tall silhouette, not once turning to face me or saying a word, just standing at my window observing the outside word. Mostly though, I would talk to him, ask him about his day, like nothing had happened, or ask him why he stopped loving me and moved on so quickly. I would rant to him, telling him how much he ruined me. But never gotten an answer. At the end I just got used to it and slept through it. He'd damaged me too much.
I didn't let anybody know about that, last thing I needed was to be closed in a nuthouse.

I finished the cappuccino this pretty girl ordered and I went out the back door for my break. The weather today was colder than the other days and I regretted not wearing a warmer sweater. I finished my cig and as I went to go back inside I heard my name being called. I didn't recognize the person infront of me at first. Then it hit me.
"No Y/N hear me out please" I opened the shops door but she grabbed my arm.
"Dont touch me." I hissed as I removed her grip.
"I need to talk to you" her hazel eyes pleading mine. I stared at her.
"Come in".