The only one for me || Colby Brock

Part 6 - captured.

(TW: drugs, anxiety)
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Clhoies P.O.V

I sat in the bathroom as my anxiety got higher and higher. I decided to whipe my nose and make my way out of the toilet, and walk into the living room.
Or more stumble into the living room.

My head was spining, my vision blurry from one too many snorts. I anxiously awaited the arrival of my crush ish, i didn't really know anymore to be honest, who also happened to be my brother's best friend. Fun.

Butterflies and anxiety fluttered in my stomach, mixing with the nausea that threatened to overtake me.
As i tried to compose myself before Sam came out of his room, the doorbell rang, jolting me out of my haze.

With my heart pounding faster and faster. I opened the door to find him standing there, looking handsome and happy to see me. It had been a couple years sence we last met up.

I tried to speak, but my words couldn't work together.

"Hey Clhoie" he said with happy eyes who soon turned into confusion... "Are you okay"

At the same time he finished his qustion i tripped and almost fell on him. Damn i don't think it was a good idé to drink and do drugs in the same hours.

He took my arm, guiding me to the couch. I tried not to flinch to much while he touched my arm but it hurt so bad.

Colby just stood looking at me and tried to figure out what was wrong with me.

Colbys P.O.V

"Are you okay" i asked her. She was about to open her mouth when she almost triped over me. I took her arm and guided her to the couch so she could sit down for a bit.

Maybe she was tired. Sam had told me that she had a new job where she worked for really long hours, and mostly at night also. I stood there and just watched her as she looked down on the floor between us. Just as i was about to ask more questions Sam came out of his room.

"Hey Colby" he simply said. While he put a new shirt on, Probebly not seeing his sister half asleep on his couth.

"Hey Sam, what's going on with Clho? Is she sick or something" i asked as i turned aroud to Sam to look at him.

I could see Sam looking up at me and then down on Clhoie, he looked just as confused as me for a second. Before i saw panic fill his eyes as he looked over to the kitchen table.

Sam was completly still for a moment before he started to yell at Clhoie "What the hell Clhoie?! Did you take back the fucking bag?"

"So what if I did? It's not like you is gonna do them"
She mumbeld while she rolled her eyes.

"Wait what, what bag?" I said while i looked back and forth between them.

"It was a fucking coke bag" Sam said with a low voice, that tone was somthing i never heard out of him. I stared at Clhoie in disbelive, i thougt Sam said she had gotten better?

"Wait you bouth coke?" I asked, my eyes wied. They just ignored my question and still stared at eatchother.

I knew she deserved better. But i couldn't deny the pull i still felt towards her, after all these years. Her laughter, still resonated in my ears, reminding me of all the moments we had shared together.

"You promised me you would stop that shit! And here you are again, sneaking around and taking that shit back from me in my own house!" I had never seen Sam this worried and scared before, I was almost feeling the need to cry. But i didn't, this wasn't about me.