Him. || Colby Brock

six.

Rebecca's POV

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The next day

The rest of the day after telling him, he kept looking at me. I would catch him every now and then out of the corner of my eye, his pale eyes filled with sorrow, and pity. And I didn't want that. Every time I caught his glances, I wanted to scream. I felt extremely uncomfortable, I don't want his pity. I don't want people to feel sorry for me, it makes me feel like a child.

Then I started wondering, why? Why does he look at me like that. Does he care about me? I mean yeah, I would assume. Does he like me? Never mind that's too far. I honestly can't imagine someone having feelings for me, not in that way at least. I obviously had a few boyfriends throughout the years, but eventually I would convince myself that they didn't really care about me and would start having major trust issues before I would end it. Living with this constant paranoia drives me absolutely insane, I hate it. I hate my father for making me this way. I hate the doctors for not being able to cure my mother. Most of all, I hate myself for not being there for her. I'm useless, I always have been.

A tear escapes my eye and I wipe it away before anyone sees it. I'm broken, and at this point, I don't think I can ever be fixed.

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Colby's POV

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Sam searches through the refrigerator and I stand behind him, leaned up against the counter. He groans in frustration and closes the door.

"We need food," he says and I nod. "I'm going to get groceries," he says as he grabs his keys off the counter.  "You coming?"

"Nah, I think I'll stay here with her," I say and he nods. "That's probably a good idea."

We walk out of the kitchen and and I sit down beside Rebecca.

"I'm going to get groceries," Sam announces.

"Okay, hey can you get some ice cream?" Rebecca asks and Sam nods. "Yeah, I will. I'll see you guys in a few minutes," he says as he opens the door and closes it behind him.

"You're not going?" She asks as she looks up at me and I shake my head. "Oh," I all she says. Silence fills the room and it's driving me crazy.

"Do you want something to drink or anything?" I ask her and she doesn't look up at me she just plays with her hands.

"You don't have to baby me you know," she says quietly and I'm a little caught off guard.

"What, I-I didn't, I wasn't," I stutter and she cuts me off.

"I see the way you look at me now Colby. I don't need your pity and I don't need you to treat me like a child," she says with frustration and pain in her voice.

"I don't mean to, I'm sorry. I just want to make sure you're okay," I tell her and she sighs as she runs her hands through her hair.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it that way," she says not looking up at me and a tear slips down her cheek.

"Don't apologize, it's my fault. I-I just."

"It's okay," she cuts me off again and finally looks up at me. She gives me a small smile, but it doesn't meet her eyes.

"I'm so sorry all of this happened to you," I whisper looking into her eyes. "You deserve to be happy." She then does something that catches us both off guard. She leans in and her lips touch mine. It takes me a moment to react before I kiss her back and cup her face in my hands. After a few seconds, we pull away and I rest my forehead on her's.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, I-" she says as her cheeks flame but I cut her off.

"Don't apologize," I say as I smile at her and she smiles back at me. I can't help but stare at her, she's so gorgeous. I remember the first time Sam showed me a picture of her. To be honest, I thought he was lying. I mean, damn, she's hot. Then when we all started FaceTimeing, I guess I was proven wrong. And I started getting feelings for her. I never told Sam about it, although he had some suspicions from time to time. Meeting her in person has taken my feelings for her to a whole new level. I haven't been able to get her off my mind.

A few minutes ago, her eyes looked empty and dark. Now, they shine and I just hope that maybe I can be the one to keep them shining.