The only one for me || Colby Brock

Part 2 - The call

(TW: drinking, bad mental health)
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Clhoie's P.O.V

I froze up for a moment and just stared at it. I sat there considering if i really should answar it or not, i mean i haven't talked to him in over four years. What would he want bow? What if he just wanted to ask me how i was doing and i would have to lie, again, like always. Or if mom had told him to call me.

But i couldn't ignore him, i wanted to talk to him. He was still my best friend after all. With shacky hands and a speeding heart i picked up the phone to my ear.

"Sam?" I asked as i took the keys again and started my car.

"Hey Clho, i didn't think you would pick up" It felt so good to hear his voice again. He sounded nervous, like he didn't really knew why he called me himself. "How are you?" He asked in a serious tone, he wouldn't accept a simple 'i'm good'. I knew he wanted a real answer.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now, Sam" It came out in a more bitter tone then i wanted it to, but i was so tierd of that quesion.

"Okay, Clho" After that he was quiet. It was quiet for a good 30 secounds before he talked again.

"I just wanted to ask, if you wanted to meet up someday? I mean only if you want to, Like talk over things and stuff" He asked, like it wasn't a big deal. Like we haven't been out of contact for 3 years, like it wasn't his fault. I will admit i was happy that he missed me, but why now?

"Oh so did you finally get free will? Or did mom give you premicion to talk to me now" I said in a sassy tone, i was a little irritaded at him. But come on, the whole family acted like dogs to my mom.

"Clhoie. You know i could't talk to you while you were doing all that shit, but i am getting tired of letting mom control everything in our family. Im your brother and i wanna help you" He sounded kinda sad and harsh at the same time when he said that. I couldn't help but feel bad for everything i put him through.

"Of course we can meet up Sam, i missed you" I couldn't keep being mad at him for somthing mom made him do, it wasn't fair.

"Thanks Clho. It means alot to me, can you meet later today actually?" Later today? I suddenly felt anxiety and nervousness rising inside of me. I haven't even talked with him for over 4 years and now im about to meet him again?"

I took away the phone from my ear to look at the time, it was 4 pm.

"Yeah, can you pick me up around 8pm or something? I have shit to do" I said as i turned my car on and preperd myself to start drive home.

"Okay great, see ya!" He said and hung up.

I starded driving home, thinking about how it would feel to met Sam again. I wounderd if it would be just like before, or if he would act different.

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I got back to my apartment and closed the door behind me. It was around 4.30pm now so i desided that i should probebly start dyeing my hair as soon as possible. I took of my shoes and went into my bathroom, took the hair dye and the vodka with me and sat down on the floor.

(Time skip)

I stood in the shower rinsing out the blue hair dye out of my hair. I was kinda tipsy as i could feel the alcohol in me, making it hard to think clearly.
I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, it was wet so it looked like it was still just black. I didn't have the energy, or the time for it to dry on it's own. So i decided to blew dried it. And when i was done it looked better then great,  it looked amazing.

It was still black at the rots and it got lighter and lighter twords the ends. I loved it.

I got out of the bathroom and started planing what outfit i would wear, since the one i was wearing were now covered in blu hairdye. I looked at the time and saw that it was 6pm now.

I decided to do my make up since i didn't have anything else to do while i waited. I did my make up like i always had. 2016 kinda eyebrows, i just to have an eyebrow slit but since i got my eyebrow peircing i stoped doing that. Big eyeliner. Then just really really much foundation and concealer.

I was happy that i didn't have to fight with fake lashes today becuse i had got my lashes done by my friend. And my nails as well.

So now i didn't need to look like completly trash. I looked like hot trash.

I desiced to wear blue flare jeans with a black studded belt, with a black longsleeved t-shit. Covering the mess on my arms from the day before.

Sam knew about my self harm story but he thought i had been clean ever sence i left the mental hospital, and i didn't want to worry him.

He would't care if he saw it
He would want you to go deeper

I tried to ignore the voice in my head. It had been with me ever since i was eleven. It's been a while since i heard it, but when i mixed my meds with other stuff i started to hear them more often.

I noticed that i still had 1 hour before Sam was gonna be here to pick me up. So i decided to do what i did best. I took what was left of the vodka bottle  and sat down in my bed. I didn't wanna be high when i was with Sam so i had to do something to get through the day.
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I was about 5 shots in maybe, when i started to feel it, stronger this time. I felt my mind and my emotions going numb. I was wondering why i was this way. Why i had to be the one that got all the bad genes.

I sat there and thought, til i could feel my eyes starting to close. I laid down and welcomed sleep to take over me. Thats until i heard my phone vibrating. I sat up again to look at it.

"Sam❤️"

Good for me, being an alcoholic since i were twelve, i was really good at acting sober.

"Hey samm" i said, acting like my sober self.

"Hi Clho, i just wanted to check in. See if you were ready soon?" I could feel myself calm down since he didn't seem to notice that i was drunk.

"Yeah i'm done, you can pick me up whenever you want" I said. As i stood up to go pee, boom, the vodka flew down on the floor. Going into a hundreds pieces. Fuck.

"Clho are yoy okay??" Sam quickly said.

Fuck, why was he so good at hearing things. Or was i just dumb explaining him?

"Yeah, don't worry. I just dropped a glas" Smooth.

"Okay yeah, imma be picking you up in about 10 min" And then he just hung up. I don't think he noticed anything. But i decided to sit up so i wouldn't end up falling half alseep again.

I thought about what we would talk about. If we would just update eatchother on life, or if we would talk about our past.

I wonderd if he would take Colby with him. I really missed Colby to, i used to always hang out with him and Sam before everything went down. I missed all of our sleepovers we just to have togheter. How we would break into abandoned buildings togheter.

I wonderd if i met Colby nowdays, if i would still have the same feelings for him? I always felt some kind of way when i was with him.

Why would he wanna be with you?
Have you seen yourself?

Like an angel from god, my phone vibrated. Stoping my thoughts from spiraling out again.

It was Sam
Sam: im outside you :)

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