Don't leave

Chapter Eleven

You and Sam flew home that same day, without Colby. The silence on the way back was deafening. There was no Colby to fill the silence, no happy conversation to be spoken. There was a void. A void you knew could never be filled. When you and Sam arrived home, everyone was waiting at the front door. Jake ran up to you and hugged you. You started sobbing on his shoulder. You cried so hard you were shaking. Aaron and Corey both went up to Sam and hugged him. He needed it more. You and Jake went up to his bedroom, leaving everyone else. When you reach his room, you sat on his bed, Jake still embracing you in his arms.
"I watched Colby die. It was my fault. I let him climb it, I organized the trip, I'm the reason Colby is dead."
"Y/N, no. You did nothing of the sort. It was an accident, accidents happen!"
"If I hadn't chosen this stupid building or kept it a secret, Colby would still be alive right now."
"You are not the one to blame! Y/N, you are an amazing girl, don't let this mess with you. I deserve punishment, not you."
"What do you mean?"
"When I was on the phone with Colby, I yelled at him because you said he was flirting with you. I kinda told him I hated to him and would never speak to him again."
"Jake, that's jealousy. You do not deserve any of this. Stop."
"I can never take back what I said, I can never apologize."
I did that. I joked with Jake, and I broke up best friends an hour before Colby's death. How can I forgive myself?
You ran out of the room, ignoring Jake's attempts to call you back. You stormed out the door, for in your car, and drove. No specific location. Just drove. You felt yourself beginning to cry again, so you pulled over. As you pulled over, you got a phone call. You assumed it was Jake, so you only glanced at it, until you saw it was the hospital.
"Hello?"
"Is this Y/N Y/L/N?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"The body of Colby Brock is ready. Sorry for your loss." And they hung up.
You burst out crying, and punched your steering wheel. Then you got another phone call. It was Sam. You calmed yourself a little, and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Y/N?"
"Yes, Sam."
"Come here, I need you."
"I'll be right there."
Sam whispered every word in that conversation.
You start your car again, and drive to the house. You need to be there for Sam, he needs you. You arrive at the house, and head straight to Sam's room, not stopping for anyone. You walk in and see Sam collapsed on the floor in a ball, crying his eyes out. You sit him up, and hold him. The only sound that filled the air was crying.