Our Past | Solby

{4} Day and Night

|Colby's POV| TW Abuse

I love it. The peace. The quiet. I have freedom. I don't have to wait around for him to get ready. Normally I would be the slowest, but I met him and it changed my whole entire schedule. I don't have to constantly give him attention. I don't have to snuggle him when he feels sad instead of going out with my friends. I like going out with my friends. We drink, we laugh. That's what the past few months have turned to. Drinking and laughing. But drinking also reminds me of Sam. 

I hate it. The peace. The quiet. I have freedom. I miss waiting for him to get ready. Normally I would be "annoyed." I miss giving him attention. Making him feel loved. I don't like my friends. They helped me start the problem. The poison that goes down my throat. Do I like the feeling of the poison? Yeah, I do. I shouldn't, but I do. 

I made a bad choice. I went to our old apartment. This man opened the door. He looked angry. I was drunk. I didn't remember shit. He asked what I was doing at his house. I started yelling Sam's name just to see the sunlight again. He quietly walked out of a room and immediately froze when he saw me. "C-colby," he said starting to tear up. He looked terrible. Skinny, eyes sunken in, bruises showing through the thin white shirt. The man looked back and forth between us before slamming his fist into my jaw, making me stumble and get out of the doorway. He slammed the door shut. All I heard was Sam's screams before I blacked out. 

When I woke up I was in my own bed. I had a pounding headache. There were pills next to bed. There always seems to be some there nowadays. My memory from last night slowly came back.

Shit... I need to help Sam. I can't get the screams out of my head. The pleas for help. His helpless self. And my drunken ass just went back to my house. I needed to get him out. 

I love this, but I really fucking hate it at the same time.

I'm coming, Sammy. 

The Day will find the Night again.