Midnight Caller (Colby Brock x Reader)

Chapter 1

You ran through the gate, your arms and stomach still throbbing from pain. You tripped on the driveway and cut your knee open. You stumbled to the door of our mansion and barely got inside without falling.

You limped into the living room to try and find someone. Colby was sitting on the couch scrolling through Twitter. He looked up at you and dropped his phone instantly.

"(Y/n), what happened to you?" Colby asked. You almost fell, but he caught you. "Sam!"

"I was on m-my way back from th-the party and someone came a-after me. I tried to
r-run away, but they t-tackled me and cut me w-with a kn-knife. I b-barely got away." You stuttered as Colby sat me down on the couch.

"You're gonna be fine. SAM!!!" Colby ran upstairs and down the hall to Sam's room. He opened the door to find Sam sleeping. "Sam!"

Sam rolled over and barely opened his eyes. "What?" He mumbled.

"Its (Y/n). Someone tried to kill her." Colby replied.

Sam shot upwards and ran downstairs in only his sweatpants. "Sam, get the first aid kit." Colby told him as he got to the bottom of the stairs.

Colby ran back to you, and Sam grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom. "How bad is it?" Colby asked, not able to see the cuts through your long sleeve shirt and jeans.

You shakily lifted your sleeves all the way up to reveal two long gashes on your left arm, a few minor cuts on your right arm, and when you rolled your pants legs up, the gash from falling on your left leg, and long, deep cut all the way down the bottom half of your right leg.

Sam ran into the room to see all the cuts on you. "I think we may need more than a first aid kit." Sam commented.

"You're right. Lets get her to the hospital." Colby picked you up and carried you to the car. Sam drove while Colby cleaned off some of the blood on your arms in the backseat.

When you made it to the hospital, they wrapped your arms and legs in bandages, gave you some painkillers and asked to have you come back next week to check on you.

...

You sat alone on the couch watching the news. The reporters gave information about the guy who attacked you -just an hour earlier, you had called the police and told them about what happened.

It was 4am, you couldn't sleep. Sam went back to sleep, and you thought Colby had too. But Colby walked into the room.

"What are you still doing up? You need to sleep, you know." Colby asked.

"I just can't though. Its scary knowing that someone wants to kill you. You can't just sleep it off, Colby." You answered.

"Still. You need to try and sleep. No matter how long you will remember this, just know that as long as we're around, no one can hurt you. Now come one, let's get you to you're room." Colby helped you stand up and got you upstairs to my room, right next to his.

He layed you down in your bed and you burried yourself in the blanket. "If you want me to stay, I can." Colby offered.

You only nodded, and Colby sat next to you on your bed. He made sure you fell asleep, then slowly fell asleep himself. He sat up though, so if anyone walked in, they wouldn't think much of it.