Him. || Colby Brock

one.

Rebecca's POV

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Waking to the sound of my alarm, I roll out of bed, nearly face planting on the floor. I walk out of my room and into the bathroom, turning on the water and slipping off my clothes before stepping in. I just stand under the water for a few minutes before it starts to get slowly, progressively colder. I hurry and wash my hair and lazily shave my legs before stepping out.

I wrap myself and my hair up into a towel and walk back out into my bedroom. I grab the outfit I laid out on my dresser last night, the rest of my things were already packed up. I slip on a black halter crop top and some light high waisted shorts. I plug in my hair straightener into the wall and sit it down on the sink. In the process of waiting for it to heat up, I put on a little bit of makeup. I then straighten my long, dark brown hair and unplug the straighter and throw it into one of my bags after it cools down a bit.

I slip on some Vans and plop a maroon beanie on my head, because why not? I then give the small apartment a once over, making sure everything is packed. I pull my suitcases to the door and stop and look around. The place doesn't look like much, heck it's probably one of the crappiest buildings in Pittsburgh, but the 4 years I lived here were a living hell. Between the bills and my mother's treatments, the job I had at The Cheesecake Factory  barely got us by. Not a day goes by that I don't think about my mother, I wish she was still here, but that's selfish. Her life here on earth was absolutely dreadful and she didn't deserve that. She deserves to be in a better place, and she is now.

My father started getting drunk almost every night when I was about 5. He would be gone for days and when he came back he was crazy and slapped my mom around. When I was 9, he started abusing me too.

Through the years he started coming around less and less, but when he did, it only got worse every time. When I was about 11, he threw me down the stairs and broke my arm.

One day, he finally left. For good. Mom was working her hardest to keep her two jobs in order for us to be able eat and keep our house. Then she started getting sick. She started staying home sick from work, as little as she could, but eventually she got laid off. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer. That day was the scariest day of my entire life.  Not long after that was when we moved to Pennsylvania. I think the worst part of it all was leaving Sam.

I met him on the first day of Kindergarten and we immediately became friends. Through all the years, we had managed to stick together. He was almost all I had. We told each other everything, and maybe that's why we stayed such close friends, he was a really good listener. On nights when I was scared, I would sneak out to his house and we would just talk.

Leaving him was about the hardest thing I have ever had to do. We promised each other that we would keep in touch, until we were to see each other again. And we did. The first year I called him everyday. Then, everyday turned into a few times a week, then only about once a week. When him and his friend Colby started getting famous on Vine, the conversations slowed down, which is completely understandable because they were so busy, but we never went any longer than 2 weeks without talking.

When my mom passed, Sam was the first person I called. I talked to him for over 5 hours, which is definitely the longest time I have ever talked to anyone on the phone.

For weeks he begged me and begged me to come to California and move in with them or at least close to them. At first I thought the idea was completely insane; moving somewhere I had never been before with little to no money. Especially living with Colby, I've never even met the guy in person before and now I'm going to be living with him. If that's not at least a little bit crazy, then I don't know what is.

I would go to Starbucks all the time just to use their wifi so I could FaceTime him and watch a few of their videos. Colby has popped in on a few of our FaceTimes and he seems like a really cool dude, and a pretty attractive one to say the least.

I snap out of my little daydream and take one last glance at the place before going downstairs and turning in my keys. I throw my bags into the trunk of my crappy little car and make the drive to the airport, making a stop at McDonalds to get some food.

When I arrive, I turn in my bags and get my ticket. After getting through security, I decide to call Sam.

"Hello?" Sam answers excitedly.

"Hey Sam," I respond, smiling.

"Hey Rebecca!" Sam and Colby both yell into the phone and I laugh.

"Hi Colby," I say and he laughs.

"Have you made it to the airport yet?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, my flight boards in 5 minutes," I say.

"I'm so excited to see you again," Sam says and I agree.

"And I can't wait to meet you," Colby adds happily and I giggle.

"I can't wait to meet you too, Colby."

"Well, we're gonna go Becca, we hope you have a safe flight," Sam says.

"Okay, bye you guys, I'll see you in a few hours," I respond smiling widely.

"Okay bye," they say at the same time and I let out a small laugh before hanging up the phone.

I wasn't too sure about this to begin with, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like everything is gonna be okay.

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Hey guys! Thank you for taking time to read this story, I hope you like it. This is my first time writing again in awhile, so please excuse the crappiness of this chapter. If you do like this story so far, don't forget to vote! It would mean a lot to me. Plus, today's Sam's birthday!!

Thanks for reading! 💖

- Cas ✨