Don't you (forget about me) || Sam x Colby

3.

*PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION FOR TRIGGERS.*

I step out of Jakes car, looking up at the practical mansion in front of me. The front door opens, and a dog comes sprinting towards me.

"Circa! Stay down!" Jake interferes, petting the dog. Colby gets out and comes up to my side, just as a man walks out.

"Hey Elton." Colby says, giving the man, apparently Elton, a fist bump.

"This is Sam. Yk, the one Colby phoned about that has a psychotic girlfriend?" Jake says with a mysterious hint in his voice, also giving Elton a fist bump.

Elton laughs, but also has a worried look on his face. He puts out his hand for a handshake, giving me a comforting smile. "Hey, I'm Elton. The 'uncle' of this chaotic house." he shares, glancing at the two boys standing next to me.

I smile back, laughing a little bit at the offence the boys took to being called chaotic. "I'm Sam, but you already know that. Are you actually their uncle, or is it just an inside joke?" I reply, cocking an eyebrow.

"Don't worry dude, I'd hope I wasn't actually their uncle with some of the things that are said in this house." he says as he widens his eyes.

I give another laugh, as Jake picks up his work bag and Colbys bag full of god knows what. "C'mon Sam, I'll show you where you're sleeping tonight" Colby looks at me,  gesturing for me to follow him.

"Are you gonna be okay tonight dude? Do you think she injured you?" Colby stresses, looking at me up and down. I blush at him looking at me, not used to the attention.

"I'm good, don't worry. Thanks for everything though." I reassure him, sending him a thankful smile. He smiles back, and I take a second to look at how cute he looks with a big goofy smile on his face, his dimples showing. We soon reach the room and I sit on the bed, Colby sitting on a spinny chair near.

"So, does that happen a lot? Y'know, with Holly?" Colby asks, furrowing his brows. I hesitate, not knowing how to reply. I can't tell anyone about it, no-one cares enough about it. It would just end in more pain. Although, I deserve that. Right?

"Nah, this is the first time. She must've been VERY mad today, haha." I force out a laugh, hoping it seems convincing enough. I don't want to worry this kind man who has done so much for me, even though I only met him a couple hours ago.

"Are you sure dude? There was like something in the way you both acted that made it seem like it was a regular thing, y'know?" he double checks, an expression on his face that just made me feel safe.

"Yeah bro, don't worry. I'm good. Thanks again though." absolute lies. Why can't I be honest? I'm such a mess up. I wish I was at home. All my stuff for 'getting better' is there.

After another few minutes of conversation about what happened, Colby left to go do whatever. It was late so he was probably going to bed as well. I look around, spotting a mirror on the wall, long enough to view my whole body at one time. I walk over to it, pulling my shirt up and over my head as I do so.

"Holy shit." I mutter, looking at the bruises and cuts along my torso. I throw my shirt back on, and sneak out my door to where Colby showed me the bathroom is.

Knocking on the door, I double check no-one is in there, before walking in and locking the door. Talking to myself, I find the first aid kit under the sink, opening it to find it almost empty.

"Fuck." I curse, knowing I either need to ignore my injuries or go to one of the boys to see if they have any other medical resources. I decide on the first option, not wanting to be more of a bother than I already have been.

I quietly walk back to the guest room, shutting the door with a quiet click. I itch at the long sleeves of my shirt, before wincing at what's under there. I think about Holly, worried about if she got home okay. I decide I should phone her and make sure she's at the house.

I pick up my phone that I had laid on the bed, and dial her number. It wasn't very difficult, since she wouldn't let me have many other peoples numbers, just family and the closest of friends.

"Hello?" I speak into the phone after it stops ringing, and instantly flinch and pull my phone away from my ear slightly.

"SAMUEL JOHN GOLBACH, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU'RE AT THAT HOES HOUSE AREN'T YOU, PROBABLY CHEATING ON ME." Holly screams, clearly still drunk. I sigh, wondering how to calm her down, before opening my mouth to speak again.

"I'm sorry darling, I thought you would want some alone time so I'm staying with some friends that live close to the bar. I'll come back first thing tomorrow, okay?" I reassure her, wincing at the thought of what me returning to the house will bring.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, which is how I know I'm fucked. "Samuel. Get your ass back here RIGHT NOW, or it's going to be worse than it's already going to be for you." she hisses, hanging up the phone.

Suddenly, it's like I can't breathe. I'm shaking, my thoughts running almost as fast as my heart. All I can think about is what she's going to do to me when I get home in the morning. At this point, I'm breathing loudly and letting out sobs.

*Colby's POV*

I'm walking past the guest room to go do chores around the house before bed, when I hear something that sounds like sobs through the door that Sam is staying in. Worried, I knock on the door, asking if he's okay.

When I get no answer, I decide the best course of action is just to warn him I'm coming in then walk in and see what's happening.

"Sam? I'm just about to come in okay?" I say, loud enough he should hear me but quiet enough that the roommates shouldn't overhear.

I open the door, closing it behind me, before I look over to the bed and see Sam, curled up in a ball, pulling at his hair, body shaking from the sobs that are escaping his mouth.

"Sam!" I say, speed-walking over to the bed the blonde boy is lying on, seeming so small. I sit down next to him, realising he's having a panic attack.

I know it's not always best to touch someone without asking first when they're in this state, so I put my hand near his body, starting to whisper sweet nothings to him.

Soon enough, he opens his eyes, still breathing heavily and sobbing, looking up at me like a lost puppy. The amount of pain in his eyes is unbelievable.

"Do you want a hug? I promise I'm not going to hurt you." I whisper, offering him a comforting smile. He quickly crawls up, coming to lay with his head on my chest, practically in my lap.

"Hey now, it's okay. Breathe, you're going to be okay. I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you." I comfort, rubbing my hand up and down his back.

After a while, he stops shaking, and upon inspection I realise he fell asleep. I carefully lay him down, getting ready to leave, before I feel a hand grasp my arm.

"Stay? Please?" he asks quietly, voice cracking. My heart breaks at how defeated he sounds, and I decide there's no harm in staying for him.

I lay down next to him, before he cuddles back up next to me and falls back asleep. Soon enough, I do the same, content with the situation.