interlinked :: colby brock

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INTERLINKED

Colbys phone vibrated in his pocket, he saw that it was one of the guys he'd ordered to watch over Hal and picked up immediately, covering the speaker to hear better.

"Mr. Brock?"

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Harper has just left the building you're in. He's got a girl with him."

Silence. It seemed like the whole club had just paused, was the girl Camila?

"Colby." Came a scared voice from behind him.

He turned, finding Tara with teary eyes and a terrified look on her face. "What, Tara?"

"I can't find Camila."

Colby hung up the call, shooting a look towards Sam, Jake and Corey who stood up without a word.

"Theres literally no possible way that they've gotten far, find her. Now."

Colby watched as Kat comforted Tara.

Why the fuck had Camila gone wandering without telling anyone? Did she not understand basic instructions?

"Now, Camila." Fucking Hal. Ruining everything, all the fucking time. "Calm down."

"Why should I?" It was hard to even understand what she was saying just because of how drained and slurred her voice was. Whatever pill he shoved into her mouth didn't mix with alcohol well.

"I need you to tell me why Mr. Brock and his friends are so determined on keeping you a secret."

Camila didn't answer, in all honesty she didn't really have an answer except for the fact that she knew too much. But, to reveal that meant that she would be revealing that she had been kidnapped, not in a relationship.

"Tell me!" Hal barked, his voice loud and echoing through the empty parking lot they were in.

"I don't fucking know!" Camila said, her mind so foggy she couldn't even be scared in this moment.

"Are you on the run? Who are you, Camila?"

"Why are you so bothered? Just leave me alone." Camila mumbled, her voice getting more and more tired by the second.

"No, I'm sorry but I can't do that." Hal whispered. "I need to know."

"Well, I don't have an answer for you, Hal." Camila mumbled.

"I also don't like the game you played with me the other night." Hal said loudly.

"What? That you're sleeping with your bosses wife?" Camila asked, picking her head up to look at him.

"I will find out who you are, Camila. And I will find every last person you know and I will murder them just as I see fit."

Camilas spine shivered, her eyes filling with fear as she gulped.

"Oh, don't be scared. You're putting yourself in this position."

Camila didn't have the energy to say anything back to him despite her desperate need to. Her eyes could barely focus on him let alone talk back.

What she felt though, was Hal's limp body falling the the floor beside her, and she flinched.

Then, before she could even react, her body was being picked up up and her arm was being slung over somebody's shoulders.

"You're okay," it was Sam, and she could tell that Colby was beside him. But he was absolutely fucking furious.

Camila groaned, her head hurting as she put all of her weight on Sam.

"Shh, you're fine. Don't worry." Sam said, and Camila felt herself being put into the back of a car.

The door shut behind her, and she was left alone for about five minutes before the back door reopened and someone sat in the back with her aswell as Sam and Colby who got back into their seats.

"Cam?" It was Kat who had gotten into the back seat with her, and the carefully lifted Camilas head and laid it down onto her shoulder.

Camila felt the tear roll down her cheek, it felt hot against her shivering skin and it only reminded her that she was digging herself a bigger hole.

As soon as they got back to the house, Camila was getting yelled at.

"What the fuck were you thinking? I told you to be fucking careful, Camila!"

"How is this my fault!" Camila yelled back, she had regained some strength by napping on Kat in the car ride home.

"You left without fucking saying anything. You should have told us where you were going so one of us could've come with you." Colby growled.

"What? So you could hold my hand while I fucking peed? Is that what you fucking want? To treat me like a baby for the rest of my damn life!"

"No, Camila but I told you that this man has it out for you and you still managed to fuck it up! How hard is it for you to understand basic things?"

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't ask you if I could politely go for a piss, I'm ever so sorry I didn't think of the possibility I'd be kidnapped for the second time in less than a fucking month!" Camila said, her sarcastic tone more apparent than ever.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that, Camila." Colby said, his voice filled with complete anger as he stared into her eyes.

"Or what?"

"Go to your fucking room, I'll deal with you in the morning. Maybe you won't be such a back talking bitch."

"I'm sorry, okay! I didn't know that was gonna happen."

"Well, you should have. I told you the risks, and you still didn't listen. Just go." Colby said, still shaking his head in anger.

Camila shook her head in complete disbelief, why was he such a cunt? How was it her fault? Two hours ago he was talking like she was just one of their friends and now he was blaming her again for being roofied.

Camila didn't say anything, just went upstairs. She hadn't realised how drunk she still was until she reached her silent bedroom.

She darted for her bathroom before she vomited all over her carpet, sitting on the floor and letting the tears run freely down her cheek.

She couldn't fucking stand this place.