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

24.

THIS CHAPTER IS QUITE HEAVY.

Sams pov brought to you by my mini cheddars

I sit up, rubbing my eyes and wincing at the pain throughout my body.

I must've fell asleep while watching movies with Colby last night.

Sleeping on an actual bed again instead of a concrete or hardwood floor felt so nice.

I was warm, and safe, and not hungry or thirsty.

I look to the side to see Colby no longer there.

He must've went back to his room last night.

I get up, quickly getting changed before walking downstairs where I hear voices shouting and laughing in the kitchen.

I go into the kitchen, seeing Colby sitting eating a poptart, Jake and Corey arguing about something random and Elton sitting on his phone.

Elton looks up and sees me walking in first, greeting me and smiling.

This causes the others to look over and smile at me as I sit down next to Colby.

"You want one?" he asks, gesturing to his poptart.

I shake my head no, not used to being able to have whatever food whenever.

He frowns but lets it go.

"I need to film later on. Anyone want to join?" Elton asks as Corey and Jake finally stop their stupid argument.

"What are you doing for it?" Corey asks Elton. The older man looks at him and replies, "Overnight video. Really cool old building. You down?" as he says that both Jake and Corey nod and he looks over at us.

Colby shakes his head. "No. Not the day after Sam gets back. I'll stay here, unless he wants to go." with that he looks at me and I shake my head slightly.

"Okay. Me, Corey, Jake. Cool." Elton smiles.

"You okay?" Colby asks me, looking over at my hunched over posture, leaning on the counter.

I smile and nod as he raises an eyebrow.  "I think we need to talk more about everything Sammy. It's not good to bottle things up."

I sigh, looking down and fidgeting with my fingers. "I know. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." I agree, before regretting it. I don't want to talk about what happened out there. If I do then it's confirmation that I'm fucked.

Colby smiles softly and stands up, offering a hand out for me to take. He pulls me upstairs and into his room, where he shoves a hoodie on then sits on his bed, patting the spot next to him.

We sit in silence for a minute before he speaks, offering a hand for me to hold. "What happened, Sammy? With Holly and out there." he asks, squeezing the hand I placed into his.

(bold is flashbacks yall)

I sigh, opening my mouth to talk.

"After Holly came here, it was practical torture. I was sleeping on the living room floor, naked most days, hurt over and over again. She would hit, punch, shove, cut, burn, whatever she could do. I was practically one of those books that are made to be ripped apart and burned. On one extra bad day, she didn't stop for almost two hours. Straight. She had her way with me then made sure I passed out from pain. And when I woke up she did it again. Then left me, bleeding on the floor."

I was sitting zoned out on the floor, thinking about Colby when I heard the front door open.

I flinched as Holly stepped into the room and kicked my side with her boot on, sending me to a ball on the floor.

I cry out in pain as she continues beating me, each hit feeling like it's going to kill me.

Eventually she drops down next to me and starts kissing me, as I'm too weak to try to push her away. She's kissing and sucking at my neck as I grasp at consciousness, feeling blood over my body.

How she's horny at me looking like a squashed ant, I have no clue.

She shoves her hand down my boxers, which is the only piece of clothing on my body.

She weakly strokes at me a bit before moving to herself, kicking me to try wake me up more as she gets bored.

That final kick sends me into unconsciousness.

I blink, suddenly being back sitting next to Colby, who was sitting with his hand on my shoulder and a very concerned look in his eyes.

"If you can't continue telling me it's okay-"

I cut him off by shaking my head, drawing in a breath before I speak again.

"When I ran I thought I was free. Before I realised I didn't have your number. I looked everywhere for money, and places to stay, eventually finding Nate and going along with him."

I'm laughing at a joke Nate made about when we first met, before I suddenly trip over my own feet and land with a thud on the grass, which makes me laugh even harder. Nate at this point was clutching his stomach laughing, on his knees and wiping tears on his eyes.

"I think I'm going to piss myself I can't breathe!" Nate wheezes out as I cackle on the dead, wispy grass.

"Nate made everything more bearable. He made me laugh and helped me not die out there. During the day we walked around, looking for money and somewhere new to stay, and at night we quietly joked before falling asleep next to each other, warm under the blanket against the cold air.

After we lost each other it was shit. I got beat up a few times and people took advantage of the fact that I was alone. But at least I still had Nates stuff. That brought some comfort."

The group of drunk men walked away, laughing at my frail and weak body, shaking and aching on the ground.

I clutched at Nates blanket, relaxing at the knowledge that these items were a connection to him. To safety. To a friend.

"Then one day I didn't have it anymore. I was robbed, and beat, and raped." I almost choked saying that last word.

"I no longer had the comfort of Nates belongings. I was well, and truly, alone."

I picked at the gravel, tracing out extravagant pictures of feasts and other people around me.

Sure, it was lines in the dirt and stones, but it was something to occupy me as I sat, alone and hungry, waiting for my death.

"I truly thought I was going to die out there. Alone. Until, I decided I should walk around. At least attempt to find food, to try and survive.

Then, I realised where I was. I somehow managed to keep walking and eventually found here. I recognised your corolla. That car got me here.

And, you know what kept me going? That song. I couldn't remember all the lyrics but I knew that I could survive if I used my memories of you to keep myself motivated to live."

As I finished, Colby looked at me with a smile.

"Sam. You are the strongest person I know. Despite how tired, cold, hungry and sore you were, you kept going. Thank you for not letting yourself die." he said as he pulled me into a hug.

We stayed like that for a while before we slightly pulled away, and as I looked into his eyes I felt a spark of something.

I looked at his lips and realised how soft they looked.

We both leaned in, glancing between each others eyes and mouths, until we heard a bang from downstairs.

We jolted away from each other, laughing slightly and going to investigate what happened.

Things are looking up. But I know it won't be the end.

ahhh im sorry for taking so long, e. coli can suck my dick. i was quite ill and couldn't bring myself to write for too long before i felt sick for a while. sorry!!!!