[ Sinking ] || A Colby Brock Fanfiction

Chapter 18

Note: This fanfiction does not follow the timeline of the TFIL videos or the videos from the channels from the mentioned YouTubers. In this fanfiction, they already live in that big mansion as roommates.

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Francine

When Colby first entered, I heard them.

I knew by their familiar angry yells that they were coming for me. I had broken a very important rule and I was scared of what could possibly happen to me. I know that I would not only end up with serious injuries after they were done with me. Maybe they would sell me to one of the perverted men who were interested in investing in our company to ensure the deal.

I don't know for sure.

But I am sure that after they are done with me, I would be doing everything I can to end it all.

I flinched at the sound of heavy footsteps right in front of my room. Muffled voices could be heard on the other side of the door as I curled against the headrest of the hospital bed in fear. Someone was desperately trying to hold my parents off but both were equally desperate to get their hands on me and drag me back to the mansion.

When the door slammed open, I knew that something bad was going to happen to me.

"Francine, get off that bed and let's go home!" My mother angrily yelled at my bruised and frightened state. Gathering all the courage I have left inside me, I shook my head and pressed my palms against my ears, trying to block out their voices.

My father took notice of my disobedience and marched towards me to pry my hands off my ears, gripping on my wrists tight enough to leave bruises. "Stop pretending to be sick and get up, you ungrateful girl!" It was a surprise that he did not use the usual names he calls me.

I struggled against his grip with the little strength that I had but I knew I was fighting a losing battle against him. "Help!" I cried to whoever was by the door, watching in shock about my parents' behavior. My cry brought them out of trance and I heard someone screaming for security and about calling someone.

Another set of hands took a hold of me and both of them started dragging me out of the room. I kept on struggling and screaming for help and my mother got annoyed and clamped a hand tightly on my mouth to keep it shut. However, even when she covered my mouth, I kept on screaming, crying, and pulling against their hold.

I was very scared that I might end up dead if they succeed.

Suddenly, both of my parents stopped. Through my tears, I was able to see uniformed people surrounding us, blocking every possible exit to prevent us from escaping.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart, release Miss Lockhart at once!" A familiar voice echoed around the hall, causing hope to bloom in my heart. Logan. Tears continued to flow as relief ran through my veins. I stayed still and prayed for whatever they have planned to work as it should.

"She's our daughter! We have the right to take her with us!" My father protested as his grip tightened, causing me to wince. Logan picked up the small sound I made and seemed to grow angrier.

"We have a warrant of arrest for you, Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart, for attempted murder. You will not be taking Miss Lockhart with you to the station." Logan tried to keep his tone between polite and stern but I could hear a hint of anger slip through his lips. My father gritted his teeth and glared at Logan.

"We've been through this three times now, Officer Harris. In those three times, you lost and proved nothing. What changed, huh?" My father dared to challenge Logan. "Francine is healthy and we have been giving her the best care because she is our daughter!"

Logan could not help but glare at my father, however, he decided not to answer to his provocation. "Either you come with us willingly and let Miss Lockhart rest or we will have to take you by force." Logan's voice turned hard and cold as he threatened both of my biological parents.

My parents silently glared at Logan and the police officers surrounding us for a brief moment before they slowly loosened their grip on me. I winced when I felt a sting around my lips. My mother's grip on my lips were too tight that it would probably leave bruises.

Logan reached for me and gently tugged me towards him before the other officers cuffed my parents and dragged them out of the hospital. They kept on saying that they were going to punish me for my disobedience and that I was at fault once again but Logan has blocked my ears to prevent me from hearing their toxic words.

"You're safe now, France." Logan cooed in my ear as I cried on his chest. "It's not over yet but it will be over soon."

"Francine!" To my surprise, I was pulled towards another set of warm arms that wrapped around me tightly. Marie sighed in relief as she held me close to her like a mother would with her child. Loving the warmth that she provided me, I wrapped my arms around her and cried on her shoulders. "That boy, Colby, called Logan just as he arrived at the station. Logan called me on his way here and I drove over as fast as I could! I'm so glad that you're alright!" I froze at the mention of his name.

I pushed him away yet he still took action... For me.

Guilt crept to my heart at the thought. He cared yet I pushed him away.

"France!" I held my breath at the sound of his familiar voice calling for me.

Colby.

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