one night // colby brock

eighty three | falling apart

2 weeks later

Colby's POV

I didn't exactly wake up because I hadn't slept.

I rolled over and groaned as my bare torso hit the cold mattress.

I groaned some more and threw a pillow over my head.

I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

If I could of handled the situation differently.

I know I could of.

I should of.

The room was freezing and silent.

The house was empty.

Corey and Devyn went to see there family in Florida for a week.

Elton went to Japan with Amanda.

Sam was in Alaska with Katrina and his family.

Aaron was out of state filming for two weeks or less.

It was just me and Veronica.

But she wasn't beside me.

Not since last night when Aaron drove her home before his flight.

I would of picked her up but my car is totalled.

Still falling apart in the drive.

I couldn't go in it.

I didn't want to see it frankly.

Aaron told me that she had cut herself pretty bad during the accident.

So the car still lingered with her DNA and blood.

I couldn't see it or I would break down.

Once she came home from the hospital,

She was silent.

I tried to talk to her.

I apologised for everything and I even broke out in tears.

She just ignored me,

Complete silent treatment.

All up until Aaron left for the airport,

Then all hell broke lose.

She smashed my window for Christ's sakes.

Of course with a wooden slat from the collection now growing in a pile at the corner of the room.

Her screams and yelling still bounced off the walls.

I tried to hold her,

Hoping it would calm her.

But she told me not to touch her.

Not to talk to her.

Not even to look at her.

She slept in her old room.

For the first time in 2 years.

2 years,

And it's all gone for a stupid mistake I made.

I never should of drunk that night.

I never should of hit Brennen.

I never should of fought with Sam.

And I definetly should not of hurt her.

My girl,

Was rushed to hospital because of me.

She ran out the house because of me.

I'm so glad that I didn't see it happen.

More importantly because I was unconscious.

I wasn't even mad that she crashed my car.

I was mad because I led her to do it.

I led her to run out the door,

Because I was an idiot.

I craved her.

I always have when I was under the influence.

I never stopped to think about her needs.

And how she was still recovering,

And how I ruined it all.

All because I had no self control.

I heard her crying last night.

At 3am.

Her attic was right above my room and the walls were like paper.

You could hear everything.

And he tears broke me.

I caused those tears.

I caused her pain.

She needed more that what I was offering.

She needed a man, not a boy.

She needed me and I wasn't there.

I let her slip and she could of died.

I stood up and stretched.

The silver jewellery glisened on my desk as the morning sunshine hit it.

It still sat in the same place,

Where she placed it after she took it off.

And she took me off aswell.

As soon as that band made of elements hit the wood,

I broke.

Shattered.

She told me that we were done.

But I wasn't.

It's not over.

Not over.