Him. || Colby Brock

nineteen.

Sam's POV

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Becca falls to the floor before me and my stomach feels like it's in my chest.  I can't understand.  I simply cannot fathom that Colby, he- he might be gone.  Tears spring to my eyes and I wipe them away immediately, I need to be strong for Becca.  I take a deep breath and kneel down next to her, placing my hand on her back. 

"I'm sure he's fine.  Just try not to jump to conclusions yet, okay maybe he left somewhere," I say in the most calm tone I can muster.  

"That doesn't make any sense, why would his car still be here? And his phone?" She asks sniffling.

"Maybe he called and uber or something, after all he isn't feeling well so maybe he didn't want to drive. Plus he forgets everything."

"But why was the door open?" She cries. 

"Like I said, he's really forgetful, it wouldn't be the first time," I tell her reassuringly.  She looks down at the floor, wiping the tears off her cheeks.  She seems a little more calm but doesn't seem convinced.

"Here's what we'll do, tonight we'll just have to wait and see if he comes home or not.  I'm sure he's okay, but if he doesn't show up then we can go to the police station first thing in the morning and file a missing persons report. Okay?" I offer.  She nods silently, seeming somewhat pleased with my answer.  We get up off the floor and slowly trudge into the living room.  We sit down on he couch together, and I turn on the tv as a hopeful distraction.  However, there is absolutely nothing that can take our minds off of the situation at hand, I'm stupid for thinking otherwise.  My best friend.  He's gone.  I know I've been trying to convince Becca that's he's okay, but deep down I don't believe that one bit.  With everything in me I wish I did, but I don't and I can tell that she doesn't either.

"It just doesn't make any sense," I say thinking out loud and she shakes her head.

"I don't understand, we were only gone for a little bit.  If he's gone, it's almost like someone was watching him-" she says, her speech slowing down towards the end of her sentence.  Something seems to immediately go off in her brain and her eyes go wide.  "Watching," she repeats, "what if..." 

"What?" I question, "what if what?"

"There's a man," she whispers. "A guy that was in the grocery store awhile ago. He was watching me, following me.  I could feel it.  I've had the same feeling ever since I left.  I can feel eyes on me.  At first I thought I was just being paranoid, but it's been getting worse, now Colby's gone."

"I'm so confused.." I say and her eyes go wildly around the room.  Suddenly, she jumps up from the couch.

"He was here!" She exclaims "I saw him, when we first came in.  He was leaving and I knew I recognized him from somewhere, it was him.  That's the first time I've ever seen him here.  Why would he have been here?" 

"Wait, that tall guy that was wearing black?" I question, trying to remember seeing someone leaving the building. 

"Yes!" That guy kind of did give me a weird vibe, but I was too busy worrying about Colby to pick up on it.  What she's saying almost makes sense.  I've been living here for nearly a year and I've never seen him around before. 

"I don't know, I mean it almost makes sense but why? Like, what's the motive? Why would he want anything to do with Colby?  Why would anyone have done this?" I question, trying my best to examine the situation and find an explanation.