Him. || Colby Brock

five.

Rebecca's POV

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I wake up held tightly in Sam's arms and smile. He always made me feel safe when I was scared. Not wanting to wake him, I laid there tracing the skin in his arm with my index finger. Not long after, his eyes flutter open.

"Good morning," he says and smiles sleepily and I smile back at him. "Good morning," I reply.

"What are we gonna do today?" I ask him and he yawns.

"I'm not sure, what do you want to do today?" He asks and I shrug. "Do you wanna talk to Colby about what happened last night?" He says and I sigh. "If you don't, it's completely understandable. I'll tell him you're just not ready yet."

"No, it's okay. I'll tell him," I say after a moment.

"Are you sure? It's all up to you?" He asks and I nod. I might as well go ahead and tell him. I don't have a problem with him knowing it, i just hate talking about it because it feels like I'm reliving my childhood.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," he says as he unwraps his arms from my body. After he leaves the room, I get up and walk into the kitchen. I look through the fridge not finding very much, but enough bacon and eggs for all of us. I turn on the stove and start frying the bacon. Within five minutes, Colby emerges from his bedroom and into the kitchen.

"I knew I smelled food," he grins and I smile back at him. My eyes travel to his bare torso and I catch myself looking for a little too long and my face flushes. He doesn't say anything and I return to making breakfast; maybe he didn't notice.

After I finish with the bacon and scrambling the eggs, I put the bacon out into a plate and the eggs into a large bowl. It seems like a lot, but if Colby eats as much as Sam does, I know it will be gone in seconds.

I walk out into the living room and Sam and a now fully dressed Colby are sitting on the couch. "Breakfast is ready," I tell them and they rush into the kitchen, pilling their plates high, leaving just enough for me.

"Thanks Rebecca," Colby says with his mouthful once we've sat down. "Yeah, thanks," Sam adds.

"You're welcome," I reply and we eat the rest of our food in comfortable silence. Thoughts from last night came rushing to my mind. I knew Colby was wondering what the hell happened and I knew I would have to explain it soon which I was dreading. Within the first two days of us meeting, he's going to have seen me cry twice now. Lovely.

After we are done, I take the plates to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Sam and Colby remain silent in the other room and I know that this was going to have to happen now and I'm nervous. I take as much time as possible loading the dishwasher before heading into the living room. They sit quietly on the couch and I sit down on the far end next to Sam. He looks over at me and I just nod.

"So, um," I manage to get out before I cough awkwardly. Colby looks at me patiently and I take a small breath before continuing.

"Ever since I was about 10 I've had these dreams- well nightmares- about my uh father," I say cringing at the word. "He started to become an alcoholic when I was five, and by the time I was around 9, he started getting really aggressive. First, he started hitting my mom, then I tried to stop him and it would get really bad." I didn't dare look up at Sam or Colby. At this point, I'm shaking like crazy and Sam notices and puts his hands over mine.

"It's okay," he whispers.

"The dreams were always about this one night when he came home after being gone for over a week. He was completely drunk off his ass and when he came home he was absolutely pissed. I was in my room asleep and I got woke up by stuff breaking downstairs. When I came down he was hitting my mom, really bad. I yelled at him and told him to stop which obviously made him extremely mad. He chased me up the stairs and broke down my door. He did awful things to me. Things a kid should never have to go through." By the time I'm finished, tears stain my cheeks and I finally work up the courage to look up at Colby on the other end of the couch. He stares at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. Like you said, no kid should ever have to go through anything like that, ever. I can't imagine what that was like but I am really, truly sorry Rebecca," he states comfortingly and I flash him a small smile.

"It's all over with now I guess," I say, kind of lying. Of course the situation is over but the memories, I fear, will never leave my mind.