interlinked :: colby brock

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INTERLINKED

Another knock came to her door in the morning, it was Sam again.

"What now?" Camila said, her voice raspy and her eyes droopy from the lack of sleep.

"Have you slept?" He asked, she just looked at him. "Okay...well, Colby wants you in his office. You wanna get dressed? I'll leave the door unlocked but I'll be outside."

She nodded, and watched as he left. She grabbed a pair of joggers and a hoodie that he had put in the bag for her and put them on, running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift brush.

Then she opened the door, finding Sam leaning on the wall in front of her.

"Come on," he said, and she followed him down the hallway and up another set of stairs to what she guess was the third floor.

He took her to the end of the hallway, knocked on the door and opened it without an answer from the other side.

"Camila." Colby said, an annoyingly mocking smile on his face.

Camila said nothing, just stared down at him with pure disgust.

"Not a hi back? God, you really are a bitch." He muttered, and Sam pushed Camila forward to sit down.

"Don't be too mean to her." Sam said before he left, and Camila felt her throat close up as the door behind him clicked.

"So, I assume you're having fun." Colby said, smirking.

"So much fun." She muttered under her breath.

"Now, to more important things. I've had Stas look over some information on you. Camila Miller, pretty name."

Camilas heart dropped. If he knew her last name, he knew Jamie and Jennas last names too.

"Yes, I know about your siblings." He said, as though he had read her mind. "James and Jennifer Miller, adorable little things they are."

He turned his laptop, showing her a picture of the twins. "How the fuck did you find that?"

"Shut up." He snapped. "I also know your parents. Hannah Marino and Peter Miller. I'm assuming you don't like them half as much as you adore your little siblings, you don't post them much."

"You're stalking me, now?"

"Cmon, sweetheart...can't be much of a surprise, now can it?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Look, I really do feel bad that youre here. But, face it. You're never leaving this. Ever. You're stuck here, until I decided what's best for you." He said, his voice filled with seriousness. "Now, there will come a time where you can meet the others."

"Who are the others?"

"If you let me fucking finish a sentence, I'd tell you." He snapped. "Katrina, Stas, Tara and Devyn all know about you."

Camila waited until she knew he had stopped his sentence. "How do they know me?"

"Because Sam can't keep his mouth shut. You'll understand how it works when you meet them." He said. "In the meantime, if you so much as make one fucking mistake and fuck up how things work around here, I will not hesitate to go after your family."

Camila went cold. Her face dropped and fear filled her eyes as she realised how serious he truly was about what he said.

And she could tell that he revelled in her fear.

"Are we clear?" He asked.

"Crystal." She muttered back, her voice shaking.

"If anybody catches word that you are here, you'll be standing with a target on your back. It happened to Kat, it happened to Devyn, it happened to Tara and it happened to Stas. You don't want that, trust me."

"You're keeping me alive?"

"If you want to look at it like that, but I wouldn't call this life 'living'." Colby smiled.

"When am I gonna be meeting them?"

"God, you ask so many questions." He groaned. "When I want you to meet them." He paused for a second. "Theres a party here next weekend, you are to stay in your room and not leave."

Camila nodded, and he yelled for Sam. The door opened and Sam reappeared, a smile on his face as he nudged his head for Camila to follow him.

"Bye, bye Camila." Colby said in a demeaning tone, Camila just stared at the floor.

"You're doing really well, you know with all of this." Sam said as they make their way down the hallway.

"What am I supposed to do? Plan my great escape and get murdered in the process? I'd rather stay alive and have at least some hope for seeing my kids again."

"Your kids? You mean your siblings."

"Sure."

The rest of the walk was silent, and Sam told her he'd be back in two minutes with a sandwich for her.

Camila waited patiently on the bed for him as realisation set in. Colby knew her siblings names, probably where they lived and most importantly he would kill them.

She couldn't help but imagine how they were feeling. She hadn't been there to wake them up, or cook them breakfast. That was all her mother's responsibility now and there was no chance she'd have the guts to do that. They were all alone.

Sam returned with a sandwich and another bag in his hands. "Essentials. Brush, sanitary things and whatnot. I just took some of the girls things. They're really gonna kill me if they find out I've taken their things."

"Are they nice?"

"Who, the girls? Oh, a hundred percent. They're the nicest people I've ever come across. You'll fit in with them." Sam smiled, placing the things on the bed.

"Yeah, if I don't get killed." Camila snorted sadly, trying to push past her sadness and find humour.

"Just try not to push his limits. He's very short tempered."

"It's hard to not want to when he's the reason I'm stuck here. I'd much rather have died, to be honest." Camila said.

"Dont say that. When he gets used to you, he won't be as harsh...I promise." Sam said, smiling sadly at her. "You should join the party next weekend."

"I'm not allowed. Boss told me I'm to stay in my room at all costs." She joked, laughing a little.

"Oh," he muttered. "Well, I have to go. Kats begging me to go shopping. I'll pick you up some clothes there, if you need. I know I didn't get you much."

"No, really there's no need. You being this nice to me is actually a lot more than I was expecting."

"You should've never been in this position, in the first place." He said. "Anyway, bye Camila."

Camila waved to him as the door shut and locked after him. She sighed, grabbing the brush and running it through her matted hair.

She did end up eating the whole sandwich, she hadn't realised how starving she actually was until she ate the first bite.

Then, she curled up and decided to take a nap. The lack of sleep from the night before had hit her and before she could even put her head down, she passed out sleeping.