Him. || Colby Brock

eighteen.

Rebecca's POV

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It's been two weeks since I saw that guy at the store. I've tried my best to convince myself that he's no harm; I'll probably never even see him again. I've had a couple dreams surrounding the stranger, neither of them being good. But, I haven't see him again, so I shouldn't being worrying about it right? 

I shouldn't have to worry about it much today anywho, I'm going to the movies with Sam to see Wonder Woman so that should distract me. Colby is just staying at home, he hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm just assuming it's some virus that he caught and he will get better soon. I wanted to stay home with him today, but he insisted that I go do something with Sam, that he'll be fine.

"Do you want me to pick up some medicine while I'm out?" I ask Colby as I sit on the edge of the bed, putting my shoes on. I look up at him as he stands in the doorway, running his fingers through his messy hair. 

"Maybe just some nausea pills or something," he replies and I nod as I get up from the bed, sliding my phone into my back pocket. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. 

"You sure you don't want me to stay here?" I ask him.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll be okay, I don't want to keep you from having fun today okay?" He tells me as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and I let out a sigh. 

"I'll be fine," he reassures me, but something is telling me otherwise. Not the fact that he's sick, I'm not all that worried about that. It's something else. As to what that something is, I don't really know but I'm just assuming it's my paranoia again. At least I hope that's all it is. He pulls me in for another hug and I hold on to him tightly. 

"Now go have some fun," he laughs and I let him go. He leans down, placing his lips on mine and I smile. I'm sure everything will be okay. We say our goodbyes and Sam and I head out the door. We hop in his car and make our way to the theater. I stare out the window, completely zoned out. 

"Becca?" Sam asks and I snap back to reality. Has he been talking to me? Oops.

"What? Sorry I was kinda out of it," I murmur and he looks at me slightly concerned before his eyes return to the road ahead of us. 

"Are you okay? You seem off, you're really quite," he states and I sigh. I'm honestly not sure how to respond to that. Am I okay? I mean physically, yes. But mentally, I don't even know. I need to quit with all this worrying. It's not healthy. I keep thinking a moment before I realize I still haven't answered his question. 

"Oh, um, yeah I'm fine. I just think too much. I'm sure it's nothing, don't worry about it," I tell him and he looks at me. 

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks and I just shake my head. He runs his hand across his forehead before letting out a sigh and turning his attention back to driving. We sit mostly silent the entire drive, just making small talk every now and then. It's not necessarily uncomfortable but he can tell something is wrong with me and that's too bad because I'm not talking about it. 

We get into the theater and get our tickets, popcorn, and drinks. By the time we sit down, I'm back to normal. Sam and I talk about random things until the movie starts and we become silent. 

Things are perfectly fine and I'm enjoying the movie until about half way through. It hits me like a ton of bricks. Something is wrong. I quickly get up from my seat and rush out to the bathroom. I yank my phone out my pocket and call Colby immediately. Voicemail. Shit. I start to pace in front of the entrance of the restroom, my heart beating out of my chest. Maybe nothing's wrong. He probably just fell asleep. Right? I try to control my breathing before going back to go sit down. 

"You okay?" Sam whispers and I nod, unable to speak. I try to relax and focus on the movie but I remain tense and can't pick up on a single word anyone is saying. I don't even realize that the movie has ended until the room lights up and Sam rises from beside me. I follow him out of the room and try to call Colby again. Nothing. 

"Sam, has Colby texted you or anything since we left the apartment?" I question almost frantically and he shakes his head.

"No, why? Is everything okay?" He asks worriedly and I shake my head violently. 

"Sammy, something is wrong. It's Colby, I know it," I tell him and I start to panic. 

"What do you mean?" He asks and I begin hyperventilating.

"I don't know, I don't know, but you need to trust me. We need to go home, now." I tell him and we run to the car. I call Colby again and again, with no answer each time. I know he's a heavy sleeper but this doesn't make any sense. 

"No answer?" Sam asks again as we speed down the road as fast as possible. I hope we don't get pulled over. I shake my head as tears stream down my face. He takes his phone, calling Colby with no answer.

"Dammit, Colby pick up the damn phone, you're scaring me man," Sam panics through the phone before hanging it up. 

"This doesn't make sense, he should've answered by now," he says as he frantically runs his fingers through his hair. He picks his phone back up again and calls someone else and they answer.

"Corey, have you talked to Colby recently?" He questions and waits for his response. 

"I don't know man but somethings wrong, we've called him a dozen times and he won't pick up," he tells him. "I know he's a heavy sleeper but he would've woke up by now." "Okay, okay, I'll call Elton and Brennen. Call me if you hear anything man." "Bye."

He proceeds to call some other guys, getting the same response. No Colby. When we pull into the parking lot, we spot his car parked in its normal place. As we head inside, we pass by someone who looks oddly familiar. He has his head down and walks out the doors behind us. Who is that guy? I try to put my finger on it but I return my focus to the problem at hand and dash to the elevator. Sam quickly pats over his pockets, eyes panicked.

"I don't have my keys," he says and his voice is shaky. 

"Shit, I left mine inside," I tell him and the elevator dings, the doors open and we run to the door. Just as my hand bangs against the door, it creeps open on its own. Why in the hell was it open? 

"COLBY??" I shout, no response. I run throughout the house, trying to find him. As I search the room, random things are out of place and knocked over. Strangely, there is nothing missing though, well, other than my boyfriend. 

"Call him again," I tell Sam and he does so. Seconds later, I hear something coming from our bedroom. We both run to the room and there it is. Colby's phone laying on the floor. The room starts to spin I fall to my knees. 

He's gone.