The only one for me || Colby Brock

Part 9 - Relapse

(TW: alchol, anxiety)
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No one's P.O.V

After hours of playing video games togheter, Clhoie decided to say goodnight to Sam and Colby, she got up from her spot on the coutch and started heading twords the guest room. Sam had told her earlier that she could stay another night if she wanted to.

Clohie sat in the dimly lit guest room. A suitcase lay half-open on the floor, Sam had been away for a bit before she woke up that morning to grab somethings for her. Its contents was spilling out—some clothes, a deodorant, and a bottle of vodka. That wasn't Sam, she had grabbed it from one of Sam's kitchen hatches. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the cool glass, feeling the weight of her choices pressing down on her.

"You can do this," she whispered to herself, though her heart raced as if it disagreed. The thought of her brother Sam and Colby, shit even her mother. She didn't want to disappoint them, it made her stomach twist in knots. She took a deep breath, the smell of the vodka mixing with the weight of her troubles. Clohie raised the bottle to her lips, the burn turning into a familiar comfort.

Before she knew it, half the bottle was gone. The alcohol spread warmth through her veins, dimming the harsh edges of her thoughts. Laying back on the cool wooden floor, she could feel the world slow down. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the darkness that enveloped her.

Her head was floting with thoughts about her and Colby. She has finally gotten the chanse to be something more with the only man she had ever been intresed in. And it terrified her.

Just then, when she was deep in her own thoughts, The door creaked open, and Sam stepped inside. "Clohie i was thi-" He paused, taking in the scene before him, his sister laying on the floor, a bottle of vodka nearby, and a familiar twitch of concern settling on his brow. "Oh God."

Clohie opened her eyes, squinting against the light. "Hey, Sam." She tried to sound casual, but her slurred words betrayed her.

"Are you serious?" Sam knelt beside her, his expression moving through confusion, worry, and a hint of anger. "What did you do?"

"I just... needed to calm down." She managed a weak smile. "I thought I'd give the vodka a go. You know, it always help me."

"Help with what? Clohie, this isn't helping anything." His voice was a mix of anger and concern.

"I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of feeling like this," she confessed, her head lolling against the floor. "It was just one little bottle."

"Just one? Clohie, this is a problem," he nearly shouted, his fists clenching as he looked down at her. "You promised me you would try to stop with this."

Colby's voice echoed from the hallway then, lighthearted and carefree. "Hey, man! You won't believe the—" He stopped short at the sight in front of him.

"Colby," Sam said, his tone dropping into a somber pitch. "Can you help me here?"

Colby moved closer, crouching down beside Clohie. "Hey, Clho. How're you doing?" His casual tone was a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

"Living the dream," she murmured, tears pricking at her eyes. "Just thought I'd take the edge off."

Colby exchanged a glance with Sam. "You know, that's not really the best idea. You've been fighting hard to get away from this stuff, right?"

"Isn't it cute how you're both pretending to care?" Clohie chuckled, though it came out pained. "I just want to forget... to not feel this weight."

Sam knelt beside her, his expression softening. "I get it. I really do. But you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's not the answer. Let us help you, okay?"

Clohie turned her head away, hiding her tears, feeling the heat of shame rise. "You don't understand. You've never been in my shoes."

"Try us," Colby said gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We want to understand. But you have to let us in."

She shook her head slowly. "What if I can't? What if I fall back again? It's easier like this."

"Easier?" Sam's voice trembled. "Is it really easier to lay on the floor, drunk, hiding from everything? Or is it easier to face it head-on with us?"

Clohie finally met Sam's eyes, and for the first time, she saw genuine concern there, not just disappointment. "I don't have the strength to face it."

"But you don't have to face it alone," Colby urged. "We're here, Clohie. Let us help you stand up."

She diceded that it was better to lie to them, it would be esier if they just belived that she was trying. She was so sick of everyone being in her buissnies 24/7.

"Okay," she said hoarsely. "Okay. But it's not going to be easy."

"Never said it would be," Sam replied softly. "But we'll figure it out together, one step at a time."

I know this chapter ended kina weird but i wanna do a part 2:)