Trap House One Shots

Cops and Robbers

*sam and Colby, no sex, fighting*

"Yes! We got everyone!" Little 14 year old Sam yelled. Colby groaned and walked out of the garage while Sam smirked at him, "and we beat a time record!" Sam chuckled.

Colby rolled his eyes, "some day it'll be different," he grumbled as he walked inside.

"Ha! I highly doubt it!" Sam yelled to him.

*12 years later*

"Get on the ground!" Sam yelled pointing at the five robbers who were in front of him. All of them except one went down on his knees, "did you not hear me?!? I said get on the ground!!" Sam yelled again.

A nervous feeling wrapped around Sam as he waited for back up.

The person chuckled and pulled off his hood. Sam gasped, "Colby..?" He whispered, "I guess cops and robbers really grew on us, didn't it?" Colby said.

That's when it all went black.

*

Sam groaned at the pain rushing through his body, his eyes flickered open and he tried to look around, waiting for his eyes to get used to the darkness around him.

He finally noticed how his hands were tied behind him around a something.

He tried pulling until a soft yet familiar chuckle came from in front of him. "Hi Sammy," Colby said as he walked up and crouched in front of Sam.

Sam glared at him, "What the hell do you want with me Colby," he spat, "I guess the roles in our little game are different now," Colby said, he leaned into Sam's ear, "we win," he whispered. Sam pulled away, "that was a stupid game when we were fourteen! This is real fucking life now let me go!" Sam yelled.

"I wouldn't threaten me considering I have you gun and blade and you have nothing," Colby smirked standing up.

"Why?" Sam asked. He knew that he was showing vulnerability but he didn't care. Sam was hurt and confused.

Colby turned around and Sam saw his hard composure soften for a second before going back up. "It's fun," he shrugged before leaving the room.

"Wait a fucking second! Colby get back here!" Sam yelled, "Untie me you bastard!!!" He screamed all types of things until his throat hurt so much he could barely talk.

"Please!" Sam tried one last time before giving up.

Sam kept panting as he tried to gain back air.

Colby walked back in the room, "well well well, look who finally gave up. You know I'm glad we put you so far away considering your a screamer," he mumbled walking over to a table Sam didn't see before.

"Please Colby," he begged, "what happened to my best friend?" he asked softly.

Colby froze. Sam had hit a sensitive spot and he knew it because it was just as sensitive for him.

"You left Sam, in a time I needed you most, and I hated you for it, so when you can answer why you left, I'll tell you why your chained up here." Colby said waiting. Sam kept my mouth closed. Colby scoffed and shook his head, he opened his mouth to say something but Sam said something first,

"I loved you."

Sam said clearly. His voice was strong yet quiet and it felt like forever as the silence thickened between them.

Colby walked to the door and turned around.

"I still do."

Colby said and he left.