Colby x reader

Chapter 6

~Colby's POV~

We were already bolting down the sidewalk of Japan and all we heard was Y/N's muffled screams.

The desk worker had pointed us to the right, so we went to the right, looking for any sign of a girl wearing the same orange flannel as she was wearing when she went to sleep. Every bit of orange alerted me, but it was never what I needed. 

This is my fault, she was so uncomfortable with me that she left. I really screwed things up. 

"Look!" I heard Brennen yell and turned to where he pointed. 

Y/N was in a fetal position against a brick wall in a dark looking area a good distance away, the only way we spotted her is her broken phone's bright white, purple, and black lines illuminating her orange stripes in her shirt, making her brighter. 

"Y/n?" I softly said when we got up to her.

She didn't respond, instead she stared at the blank area in the fence across the street.

"What happened Y/n?" Elton asked her, touching her shoulder.

"Get me out of here.." She whispered, her voice sounding like it was holding back a bunch of emotion.

I took it as my job to carry her back to the hotel, as I carried her, I noticed her clutching her arms and holding them tightly to her chest. She seemed lifeless in my arms and I would think she was dead if it weren't for her white knuckles hold on her arms. 

"Her phones broken to hell bro." Brennen said, holding up her lined and cracked phone. 

"We can just get her a new one tomorrow." Elton pushed away the subject. 

"Um, need police?" The desk said with his best English.

"No, no." Elton shook his head, but we never stopped moving, up the stairs, and into the room. 

I set Y/N on the bed we were supposed to sleep on, she finally let go of her arms and I noticed the reason she was holding them desperately. 

Your POV

I didn't know what to do, so when the stranger tried to pick me up, I elbowed him hard in the ribs. He groaned and let me go. 

I turned to see a dirty and obviously uncivilized random guy who was surprisingly American. 

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"I lost my passport, I've been stranded for eighteen days, I need yours." He lunged himself at me again. 

"I don't have it!" I screamed while struggling to gain my footing with the guy. 

He grabbed my leg and pulled me down, I fell and kicked him away. 

While he was down, I looked around desperately for any kind of weapon. All I could find was a small piece of glass, but I still grabbed it, ignoring the pain of it cutting into my hand.

The man pulled out a knife then, "Wanna play that, eh?" He laughed ominously. 

I stayed still, letting him lunge again. I tried to dodge him, but he got my right arm with his tight gripped dirty hand and cut my wrist thankfully horizontally or I'd be dead.