Onward and Upward ||Colby Brock fanfic||

Chapter {16}

A/N: Are you ready cause its about to get realllllll emotional. Buckle in your seatbelts and remember to enjoy the ride of emotions. ;)

"Kenzie?" I heard someone ask from the door.

I quickly put the gun behind my back and looked up to see who was calling my name.

"Nicole." I breathed all of a sudden letting out a huff of air I didnt know I was holding.

"Kenzie are you alright? it looks like youve been crying." She asked stepping closer.

"Im fine, just thinking thats all." I said softly.

"Alright but I dont think a gun is required for thinking." she said walking out of the room into the living room.

Caught red handed.

I got off my bum and put the gun back into the cabinet. I decided if I wanted to stop being sad I needed to start doing something about it.

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I heard the front door slam from downstairs. I stood still and listened to see if I could hear anything else.

I heard heart wrentching sobs and words of cosolation from another person.

Wth is going on?

I open the door and run down the steps and follow the sounds.

Eventually I was lead to the living room. And next thing I saw was the most heart aching thing any human could see.

Nicole consoling Colby and his erratic crying.The thing that hit me was the sight of Colby crying tears of emotional pain.

Nicole looked up at me and gave me a 'Help me' look.

I nodded at her telling her I knew where she was coming from. Nicole was never good with tears or any emotional crap.

She released Colby and stood up leaving the room.

Colby looked up to see why Nicole had gone to meet my gaze.

"Kenzie.." He whispered, his voice cracking.

I walked over to the couch and let Colby hug me.

I dont think he's ever squeezed me tighter in his life.

"Colby do you want to tell me whats wrong?" I asked looking at him.

He had settled down a little bit. He still had tear stained cheeks and voids of emotional encircling his blue eyes.

"I would have been..." He trailed off and broke into more hysterical sobs clinging to me for dear life. Drenchin my sweater in tears.

He looked up at me and sniffled before composing himself.

"I would have been a father." His voice cracking at the last word.

He would have been a father?

I breathed out making sure to be sensitive with my next question.

Tears still streaming down his face, feeling my face soften at the sight.

"Would have?" I asked softly.

"It was Julia." He started crying hard again.

"Was she going to be the mother?" I asked my voice cracking. Feeling a pang of hurt.

"Yea." He said softly again. Drying his tears with a tissue.

"What did she do that now doesnt make you a father anymore?" I asked softly putting my arm on his shoulder, feeling his warmth shoot up my arm yet again.

"She aborted it."

(Just to be clear I DO NOT in anyway support abortion. Thats a choice the carrier of the child needs to make. If youre under the right circumstances such as (rape e.t.c) JUST MAKING MY POINT CLEAR.)