Us (a Colby Brock X Reader)

Birthday? ***

A/n hey so in this story I will be using my birthday as y/n's, so don't change it please or it will be all out of whack. Just leave it and call it good. And if you see a *** in the story title there will be some mature stuff. Same with the 6 (******) I'll let you know when it starts and ends. Ok now onto the story.

Colby's pov

Y/n's birthday is next week. I don't know what to do.

*bing bing*

My phone buzzes. Sam is calling. I slide to answer. "What's up?" I ask.

"It's y/n. Uhh. Hmmm."

"Dude spit it out," I stand up, walking out of Brennen's house.

"Just come home...Now!" Sam sounds panicked. The line goes dead.

"Dude what's wrong?" Brennen opens the door.

"I have to go. Catch ya later?" He nods. I unlock my car. I try y/ n cell. No answer. I try Sam.

"Are you close?" He asks.

"Ya just a few more blocks. What's wrong?"

"I opened the door and she... uh... grabbed her gut and fell to her knees."

"Is she ok? Is she hurt? Is she up?"

"She's ok. There was no blood. Which is what I'm trying to wrap my head around. No she won't wake up. But catch this... no ring. A tanline... no ring. I can't find it either."

"Her ring is gone? That's weird. I'm pulling in now," I unlock the gate.

"Ok,"the line goes dead.

I turn off the car and pull the keys out. I sprint to the door. I open it.

"Sam?! Y/ n?!" Sam walks out of the living room.

"She's over here," he walks back into the room.

"Babe?" I look at her. Hoping to see her move.

"She grabbed here," Sam places his hand near her belly button region.

"Why though?" I walk over and lift her shirt. Staring at the long scar from her bellybutton to her lower stomach. I run my finger over it. Y/n's hand grabs mine. Her jagged nails digging into my wrist. "Ow... ooh," I flick her off of my wrist. Staring at the blood she drew.

"That's one power grip there," Sam says. He takes a step back. "I like my blood in me."

"I've never seen this one. She normally doesn't like me touching her stomach or looking at it. Is this why?" I look over towards my cowering friend. He shrugs. I reach into one of her pockets.

"Dude, she's unconscious that's a big no no," he grabs my arm.

"No I'm not. No! I'm looking for her ring," I go to another one. Nope. I reach into her back left pocket.

"What the fuck!" Y/ n's hand hits my face. Opening her eyes. "Oh, no!" She cups my stinging cheek, "I did not mean to do that."

"It's my fault. I reached into your pocket."

"Why?" She removes her hand. Pulling my hand out of her pocket.

"Your ring," she looks at the hand she slapped me with.

"Oh, I took it off," she looks down.

"Why?"

"I needed the voice again," she looks at me with her big e/c eyes. "Sorry," she mumbles.

"Know what sounds good right now? Pizza rolls. I think imma go make some. Right now," Sam runs out of the living room.

"Now I want you to show me this," I point to her stomach. She shakes her head. "Why? I'm your boyfriend. Why not?"

"It reminds me of the first time I hurt myself to get out of my sticky old basement," she runs her hand along the scar.

"I'll tell you what I got you for your birthday," I bribe her.

"Fine. Follow me,"she gets up grabs her phone with her ring on top. She slides the ring onto her finger.

"The bathroom I see," I rub her back.

"Shut up," she spits. I chuckle. "Not kidding," she glares at me with an evil smirk planted on her face.

"Mkay," she closes the door.

"Please don't make fun of me. I'll give you the lowdown later," I nod. She cocks she her head and shrugs. She pulls off her shirt. She bites her lip and looks down.

"Whoa," I hover my hand above her stomach. She grabs my wrist. She pushes it. Then grabs it again.
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"Point," she commands. I point, she directs my hand over her bellybutton, she pulls my hand closer to the scar. She winches as my finger touches it. "This one was the first. I did it in a convenient store. I was never allowed anywhere without Henry. Then I did this one," she drags my finger acrossed her stomach to a newer looking scar, "with a wooden peg. I never thought I would enjoy getting out for a few weeks. Without being raped, beat, or worse. I really did enjoy it. In sorry," she lets go of my wrist. "My life is a sad depressed death wish," she slides her shirt back on. "I did these last week," she shows me the fresh scabs on her wrist.

"Why your perfect? You don't need to hurt yourself," I place my hand on her shoulder. "Y/n your worth it," I pull her into a hug, "and I will never judge you."

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