one night // colby brock

one hundred and two | stolen goods

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Ronnie's POV

"Why?" I kept asking as my body shivered.

I was freezing and confused.

Why would Syndey do this to me?

We were once bestfriends and I was thrilled when I seen her,

So.. why?

"Because you left me" she finally replied with a sinister tone.

I was fearful but I pushed through, i can't go insane right now.

I need to stay calm and hopefully negotiate,

"Sydney, I never left you. We just drifted apart" I said, trying my best to reasure her,

"YOU WERE NEVER THERE!" she snapped as she waved the gun around like it was a toy.

I whinced as the metal brushed past my face.

I tried to block out the possible threat of death.

Or being shot.

I can't think about guns right now.

It brings back so many bad memories.

I don't think I have fully realised what was happening.

I had been kidnapped by my old bestfriend who is clearly not mentally fit.

I guess the shock was just not wearing off yet.

I hope it stays so I don't breakdown.

I can't breakdown.

I need to stay focused.

Focused on getting out of here.

I took a deep breath and dared to speak again,

"I never meant too and I feel terrible about it" I say to her.

Her chest was swollen and her breathing was unsteady.

She seemed as though she was on the verge of exploding.

Like a balloon that is slowly being filled with helium and is about to pop,

Making a loud bang and impacting everyone around it,

"He stole you from me.." she said slowly.

With regret almost,

"Who? Who stole me?" I asked.

I felt as though I was speaking to a little kid.

Her tone.

Her "innocence".

She sounded doubtful.

Nothing as to what I remembered her.

She used to sound so strong and confident when she spoke some many years ago,

It was as though she was afraid to say the wrong thing.

Almost as if she was trying to not hurt my feelings,

"Colby did" she mumbled as she wiped her cheek with her hand and dropped it back to her side.

Picking at the string of wool that had been bugging me for hours.

She ripped it off and threw it to the floor.

It absorbed the liquid on the floor and became displeasing.

It was the one bright thing about the situation and it was ruined,

"We are in love, we were going to get married" i said to Sydney as she scratched at her leg.

She seemed anxious.

She continuously looked around and looked terrifed.

Was it regret?

Did someone ask her to do this?

I just want Colby.