TFIL // Colby Brock

Life Changing Secrets

*trigger warning! Someone pointed out to me that this might be upsetting to some. Please don't read if you're easily triggered*

I turned to see what was wrong with him only to be pushed on my ass onto the seat. To stop me from turning and driving, he put himself between my legs and leaned towards my face.

"Now, hun. Listen to everything I say or you're gonna get it" I stared blankly at him, shocked. Just as I came back to reality, I realised he was lifting my skirt up and leaning his body in closer. My hands started to push at him, trying my best to get him off of me.

When they made an impact, he got mad.

"Stop pushing me away" he basically growled. I had only managed to push him a tiny bit out of the car but he came back. I pushed him again, this time making an even smaller impact on him.

"I said to listen or you're gonna get it. Guess what, sweetheart? You didn't listen" I went to push him again, just to make my point but by the time my hands lifted, he had grabbed them with one hand and held them above my head. His other hand held my boob and he started to... well, grind on me through his clothes and my underwear.

I started kicking now, I was trying so hard but it was no use. He moved his hand but before I could see what he was doing, I heard and felt it. He unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants. He went back to grinding, harder now and squeezing my wrists.

I was still fighting, my thoughts were racing.

This can not be happening. What if he's too rough and I am pregnant and he hurts the baby? That thought awoke something in me. Was it a maternal instinct? I wasn't sure but either way, I was able to kick him far enough away for me to spin on the seat and slam the door, locking it as quick as I could.

I started to drive, feeling the tears rising and feeling my heart pumping. They started to fall, wetting the border of my skirt-thigh. I finally pulled up to the house, the tears still going. It wasn't long until the front door opened - obviously whoever it was had seen my car.

My car door opened and hands pulled me out - they weren't Colby's, they were Kat's. I threw my arms around her and kept them locked, stopping my tears. She pulled away, keeping her hands under my arms and looking at my face.

"Is it something to do with..." she glanced at my stomach, so I shook my head.

"Just... help me put the... these boxes in the garage" I managed out. She did but it didn't take nearly as long as I'd hoped it would.

My face felt hot and my eyes were tired from the tears. Kat had kept smiling, reassuring and kind, but it wasn't working. The tears stopped but the feeling of guilt mixed with hate and fright made a strange cocktail of emotions.

I locked my car and closed the garage, walking through the front door - which was a very bad idea; all the roommates were in the living room.

"Thank... Chloe, what's wrong?" Elton stood, suddenly, making the others look at me. Kat walked through the door and I looked at her pleadingly. She understood completely and smiled.

"Go upstairs" she whispered to me. I mouthed thanks and ran as fast as I could.
"Colby! Colby, leave her a minute" I heard her, assumingly trying to stop Colby from following me.

Once I was out of ear-shot, I just kept on walking. I went straight to Colby's room, curling into a ball on the bed and allowing myself to sleep.

I woke up unusually hot and felt an arm on me. My heart raced until I saw the face - Colby. I calmed down and relaxed, cuddling up to him. It made me feel comfortable and, for the five minutes it took for me to fall asleep again, it made me feel safe.

I woke up again and I could tell it was morning because of the light coming through the curtains. The arm was still there and I could hear the heartbeat. I shuffled away, sitting up and putting my face in my hands for a moment. Suddenly, someone else's hand touched my arm, gently pulling it away from my face. I looked at him with frightened eyes until I relaxed, seeing Colby.

"Hey, are you OK?" he asked, a reassuring tone in his voice. I didn't want to talk so I just nodded.
"What happened?" to that, I shook my head. Then he pulled puppy eyes on me.

"Just... I... I don't wanna talk about it" my eyes left his gaze and I turned my head, so he turned it back to face him.

"Would you rather talk to Kat or Devyn?"

"Both" he smiled but I could see the hurt in his eyes from my rejection. He got out of bed and left the room, seconds later the two ran in, Amanda was right behind them.

"What's happened?" she asked as she locked the door. I sat cross-legged and leaned back on the headboard preparing to tell the story.

I began telling them. "...and I couldn't get him off me but this thought crossed my mind..." my pause made the girls push to hear more. "I thought what if I am actually pregnant and he hurts the baby. Then I felt a rush of energy and got him off" their mouths dropped open in surprise.

"So, you got him off because you were worried about your possible baby?" Kat asked. I nodded and they looked at each other.

"Well, I bought two pregnancy tests so we'll see if you really are" Amanda held them both out. I took them to the bathroom and locked the door - taking both.

I was pacing up and down as I waited, a change caught my eye on one of them so I looked just as the other changed. My eyes darted from one to the other.

Positive Positive

OH. MY. GOD.

I picked up them both and ran back to the girls.

They looked at me just when I locked the door. All I did was a nod and they understood, shocked faces appearing then three sets of arms hugging me. They pulled away and, naturally, my hands made their way to my face, cupping my mouth and nose.

"I am. I am. I am." I kept repeating it under my breath. Then the realisation hit.

"What do I do? Do I tell Colby?" they exchanged a look.

"I'd leave it until the right moment," Devyn said with a small smile.

"Yeah, that's a lot to drop on a person all at once" Amanda backed up Devyn.

"And, if you were to tell him, I'd have his friends know first. It's a lot to take in and he'll need someone to help" Kat spoke like Elton, full of wisdom. I nodded at each of their input but my mind was barely there. It was thinking about the dreams and the sickness and the man. From what I knew about pregnant women, I'd only have the sickness for a little while longer, depending on how far along I was. And I shouldn't be showing for a while, though my stomach was slightly bigger than it usually is - not noticeable yet. The dreams were basically my future, I'd be with a young child scared of 'The Monster in the Closet'. That child looked like our child - the long brown hair and blue eyes, Colby's eyes.

My life just changed dramatically...