Secret Fights (Solby)

06

Sam had been walking around for about two hours now. He looked at his phone to see it was 11pm along with the one hundred texts he had gotten from Colby. He didn't read them, he was too scared to read them so he just switch his phone off. He didn't have the strength to be to talk to him right now, it would break him. As he was walking down some random street, Sam saw a bar so he decided to go in for a drink and a rest. He sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to come over. Sam looked down at his hands until a colourful drink was put in front of him which made Sam look up. In front of Sam was a handsome bartender with beautiful, blue eyes and short brown hair. "Ummm. I-I didn't o-order t-this." Sam stuttered as he looked down. Sam didn't just feel nervous because he was talking to this gorgeous dude but also the bar was basically empty.

"On the house." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bar so he could pick up and polish some glasses.

"T-thanks." Sam stuttered as he picked up the drink and looked at the bright colour. "Could I ask what is it?"

"Fruit cocktail." He smiled as he walked back over to Sam, still polishing the glass. 

"I don't think I've had one of these before." Sam inform, still looking at the glass.

"Well it's tropical fruit and a shit ton of alcohol. I put a little extra alcohol in because it looked like you needed it." The bartender explained as he put the glass down and leaned on the bar. "You looked like you've had a rough night." He smiled. Sam chugged the drink which surprised the bartender. "Damn cutie. You defiantly needed the extra alcohol." He giggled as he watched Sam squirm from the bitterness. "Need another one?" He asked which made Sam shake his head no. "Or we could go back to my place and have a drink there." He whispered as he leaned in closer to Sam, obviously flirting with him. Sam was freaking out. The bartender was starting to creep the blonde out. The bartender swept Sam's hair out of his eyes and leaned in. 

"Eerrmm... I'm ok. I should probably be getting home anyway." Sam nervously said as he stood up.

"Oh come on cutie, don't leave." He said as Sam started to walk to the door. He walked out and started to head home. He sighed as he turned onto his street. Sam took out his phone and switched it on. He sighed again as he saw that he had over fifty calls, over thirty voicemails and just under two hundred text messages, all from Colby. It had been over an hour since Sam had ran off. Sam decided to listen to the voicemails first. 

A few of the voicemails from Colby:

"Sam, we need to talk. Please call me back."

"Sam, why aren't you answering? Why is your phone switched off? Please call me back, I just want to know you're ok."

"Sam, why aren't you answering you phone?"

"If you don't pick up soon I'll... I don't know what I'll do."

"You're really worrying me Sammy! Please answer or call me back."

Sam listened to the rest of them until finally he got to the last one. Colby sounded so panicked and distressed, that it upset Sam.

"S-Sammy. Please p-pick up. I d-don't know what I'll d-do I-if you're h-hurt or-or w-worse. Oh God... Sam, p-please come b-back. W-whatever I-I d-did, I-I'm s-sorry." And with that last voicemail, Sam reached the house.  

(Should I upload another chapter today? Let me know ;) )