48 Hours// Corbyn Besson

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2:43 am

"Ok. The 48 hours starts now!" The white hair blue eyed boy smiled starting a time one his iPhone X. "Ok for the first hour I'm going to take you to a place I know you will love." His beautiful white teeth gleamed.

"I'm not quite sure. Over the years I've learned not to love anything, so I don't. You can try, but you won't succeed." I plainly said in my regular voice which is mostly monotone.

"Ok so since it's pretty late. I thought I would take you to get food. Now this isn't any normal food, this is the best food." He explained to me trying to get my hopes up but it failed. He took me to thus lonely diner with literally nobody in there.

We walked inside of the small diner. It's like those stereotypical diners that you see in tv shows or in movies. The one with the booths and tables.

The blue eyed boy, that's name is still a mystery let me into a booth and sat in one side so I sat on the other side.

"Corbyn." He spoke. I looked at him confused obviously not know what he meant. "Corbyn. My name is Corbyn." He smiled. He reached his hand to shake mine, probably wanting me to tell him my name.

I gripped his hand into mine, "Amanda." I softly spoke not knowing if I could trust him or not.

"Amanda, you know you can trust me. I'm here for you. I know what it's like to want to commit suicide. I felt that way after my girlfriend did. Her name was Christina. She was a YouTuber, but she felt like people didn't love her. That was the most devastating thing that has ever happened to me. So a few months ago I started to come up to the big building contemplating if I should jump or not. Just now I was actually going yo jump, until I saw you. I knew that I could find a way to keep two lives living today. So that's a short version of my story. If you don't mind can you explain yours?" He said trying not to cry. I listened to every word that he spoke. I feel like I can trust him, i don't know how, but I have a feeling that I can trust him.

"Yeah I'll explain my story. So when I was  eight my mom died in a car crash while picking me up from my elementary school. My father blamed me for everything that has happened, so he abused my three brothers and I all the time. My brothers were 17, 9, and 8. Once my 17 year old brother left he began to abuse us more, then sexually abusing me. Eventually he put my 9 year old and 8 year old brother in an adoption home. He kept me for his sexual needs. I hated it. I've been planning on commiting suicide since I was 11. I'm still trying to find all my brothers. They were my best friends." I tried not to cry while speaking but I ended up bawling my eyes out. Corbyn came over to me and hugged me, letting me pour my tears into his shoulder.

"Shhh. It's ok. That's the past. If we become best friends I'll protect you forever." He whispered his soft words into my gentle ears.

Soon after all the stories and tears our waitress finally came over to us. "Hello my name is Mindy and I'll be your waitress what can I get y'all on this nice night." She spoke way to hyper for being 2 in the morning.

"I'll get water." I said trying to act like I wasn't crying.

"Actually she'll get, the stack of three pancakes, French toast sticks, an extra large chocolate shake, and whatever other breakfast items you have. Oh and a lot of bacon. I will take the same as hers also." He smiled as Mindy was writing everything down her eyes were going wide.

"Oh my goodness Corbyn. Why did you get so much. I'm going to be fat." I whisper yelled at him. While pushing down the sleeves on my shirt just in case they come up, and he sees the cuts. Old and new.

"Well you looked hungry and you are way too skinny. You need to gain weight. So you and I are going to eat everything here and we aren't going to leave until all of it is gone." He smirked. I'm not going to lie. I'm starving. Only once a day my dad would give me a piece of bread and an 8oz cup of water. He said I needed to keep 'a perfect body.'

"Fine I will." I said.

About and hour later our waitress came out with two carts full of food. And then two huge milkshakes.

"Holy shit this is a lot of damn food." I said easing my eyebrows, "How are we going to pay for this. I don't have any money?" I asked now worrying.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't take you out to eat and not pay. That's rude." He gleamed a sparkly teethy smile at me. I feel something for him and I'm not quite sure what it is.

"Why are you so generous to me, you don't know me."

"Like I said I know what you've been through kinda. Ours is sort of similar." He smiled. "Now let's eat." He stuffed a piece of bacon into my mouth.

I'm surprised how quickly Corbyn and I finished our food. It took us literally only 1 hour. Then we sat there for a little bit. By the time we had left it was 6am.

"How was your food?" Corbyn asked.

"It was the best. Thank you so much." I hugged him. I think if it was someone else. I wouldn't feel this way. There's something about him I should know but I just don't know. But I think I shouldn't know.