Him. || Colby Brock

twenty.

Sam's POV

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"I'd like to file a missing persons report," I say to the officer standing behind the desk, hardly even recognizing my own voice. This can't be happening, where in the hell could he be? Who would've done something like this? I can't believe he's gone. I hope he's okay.

"Okay sir, what's the name?" The officer asks as he turn to his computer.

"Um his name is Cole Rorbert Brock, but everyone calls him Colby," I tell him and look over at Rebecca who is sat in a chair behind me. She looks so distraught, she's pale and she just does not look like herself.

"Okay, how long has Mr. Brock been missing?" He questions.

"Well, we left the apartment yesterday. We tried calling him multiple times but he didn't answer. When we got back home, the door was open, things had been knocked over and he was just, gone. We found his phone on the bedroom floor," I say and he nods as he types away on the keyboard.

"So you said 'we' left the apartment, could you be more specific?" He asks.

"Oh, um, me and her," I say pointing to Becca, "his girlfriend."

"Okay, can you tell me what Mr. Brock looks like?" He says and looks up at me.

"Well, he has brown hair and blue eyes. He's a little under 6 feet tall, and he's twenty years old," I tell him , showing him a few pictures. He takes my phone calmly, nods and keeps typing.

"Do the three of you live together?" He asks and I nod and tell him the address. He continues to ask as many questions possible like what time we last saw him, if there is anywhere we think that he could possibly be, and things like that.

"Please find him, we can't live without him sir," I tell him and my voice cracks, tears brimming my eyes.

"We are going to do our very best to find your friend and bring him home Mr. Golbach. Try to get some rest tonight. We'll begin a search party in the morning," he informs me. I nod and thank him before we exit the police station. As Becca climbs in the car beside me, she seems almost lifeless. I'm sure I look about the same. Who would've kidnapped him? Why? Where did they take him? Will they kill him? What if he's already dead?

The thought of never seeing Colby again hits me hard. Really hard. I can't hold it in anymore, tears pour down my face and a sob escapes my lips.

"I'm so scared," I admit and turn to look at Rebecca.

"Me too," she says with a pained look written across her face.

"We're gonna find him, he-he's gonna be okay. He has to," I ramble and she sighs

As we pull out of the parking lot, everyone follows behind and we head back to the apartment. We head up the elevator, opening up our door and sit down in the living room in silence. 

"So, what's our game plan now?" Elton asks curiously as he rubs his thumb over his beard. 

"Well," Corey speaks up, "they're not coming up with a search party until tomorrow, so maybe we should go out and look. Split up and go around town, maybe asking people if they've seen him." He proposes and something goes off in my head.  

"Guys, most of us have fairly large social media platforms.  Think about it, maybe if we all post something, everyone will be on the look out. We'll know if anyone has seen anything." I state.

"Yeah, that's pretty good, but I mean I don't necessarily want to freak everyone out but it could potentially help, and we will take whatever we can get. Has anyone called his parents yet?" Aaron says.

"Shit," I remark hastily, getting up to leave the room. How in the hell could I forget to contact his parents.  How could I possibly explain this to them? 

Rebecca's POV

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Sam gets up out of his seat to call Colby's parents and my heart aches for them.  Their son, gone.  How on earth will they be able to live with that? For me, it still hasn't exactly registered in my mind. There is no possible way that someone could be with us and be so suddenly ripped away. But for his parents, the people who gave birth to him, the people that raised him. I know that Colby and his parents have always been really close and I cannot imagine the toll this news will take on them.  Everyone around me has their phones out, texting, tweeting, posting everything that they possibly can in hopes to find our Colby.  I can hear Sam on the other side of the wall that is separating us, mumbling and sobbing, but I try my best to block I out.  

"Where do we even start?" I ask and everyone's head snaps in my direction, I guess they were kinda suprised to hear my voice. You can almost see the wheels turning in everyone's heads. No one knows. 

"It might just be pointless if we just aimlessly wander around LA, but..." I say trailing off.

"But what?" Elton says and I get up, only to sit back down. 

"There's this man.." I say quietly and everyone looks at me in confusion. "I saw him a few weeks ago in the grocery store. He was following me. I've had this, anxiety ever since, like I can feel his presence.  Like he's still around. Now, I had convinced myself that I was being unreasonable, but last night, when we came back here, he was leaving.  He was wearing all black and seemed like he was trying to hide almost.  It may seem a bit of a stretch, just an idea. But it's all we have." I tell them, nervous that they will shut the idea down. 

"Okay. What did he look like?" Elton questions. He believes me. Relief washes over me and I almost feel like this might actually help us find him, maybe. Maybe if we can find out who this guy is, we will find Colby.  The sound of a door opening and closing again comes from across the room and Sam emerges with red, puffy eyes. 

"His parents are on their way."