Static /// Colby Brock

Little broken pieces

Sabrina's POV

It had been only three days after the incident that we ran into each other again. I was hoping to avoid him as much as I could, seeing as how we were staying in the same hotel that was pretty hard, and the fact that he had a similar schedule only added to my troubles. There were three full days left of the vacation that had turned into a nightmare for me before it even officially started. Three days of no contact left and back to my peaceful home in Brooklyn. But looks like my fate wanted differently.

Austin was called in for a quick "meeting". It was just a get-together with the staff of his company's extension in Las Vegas. He asked me to accompany him many times but I turned down the offer every time cause I saw my presence there as inappropriate. Nowhere in his invitation was a "plus one" mentioned. Also, I just wanted some time to myself. I had managed to get my thoughts to clear up and stop clouding my brain so intensely.

After scrolling through all social media sites for about 30 minutes and finding no entertainment, I decided to check out the hotel bar. Yes, I know it's a surprise that I hadn't checked it out before. Turns out, it was pretty nice, low prices, great drinks and a chill atmosphere with quiet music in the background. I ordered myself a Jack Daniels and proceeded to take in my surroundings. The bar wasn't the hotel's main attraction point, so it wasn't the most popular with guests, unlike the restaurant which was on the complete other side of the lobby. Because of it's lack of popularity, it was pretty empty. There were maybe less than 10 people in the bar including me and the bartender. 

Just as I was finally starting to relax, aka after my third glass, and my brain went out to lunch footsteps approached me. They didn't bother me until a voice accompanied them.

- Hey - that quietly spoken, almost whispered, word sent chills down my spine and put me on edge in a blink of an eye

Of course I couldn't have peace when I wanted and needed it most. How could I possibly think my brain was gonna have a vacation for at least an hour? Silly me.

I didn't respond, finishing my drink in one go. I just noticed how much I did that around Colby. I'm pretty sure I had a point to prove with that action, the problem is, I don't know what the point was.

~ Don't open my mouth, Brock, cause you'll hear a lot more than what you're prepared for. Now fuck off while I drink away the thoughts of still loving you ~ Yeah, that could be it

- I swear to God, you got it all wrong - he was still standing behind be

~ I just told you not to open my mouth. Don't say I didn't warn ya! 

The bartender was polite enough to go to the other side of the bar to give us some privacy.

- I don't know how that could've been a wrong look at the situation, but even if you have an explanation I don't wanna hear it - I slid the money on the counter and hopped off the bar stool

He was blocking my way out. I tightened my fist, barely holding back the urge to punch him.

- Oh come on - a smile grew on his face, a sinister one at that - Don't act like it was the worst mistake of your life. 

~ You're asking for it, Brock.

- You're right, it wasn't the biggest mistake of my life - I copied his smile - The biggest mistake was falling for you in the first place. I messed up badly back in LA, didn't I?

I guess that was enough cause his smile disappeared and he stepped out of my way right away. I didn't wait a second, I quickly stomped past him without looking at him once. Oh I wasn't angry, I was furious. I still don't know how I didn't rip his head off right then and there. However, all that blood boiling fury wore off by the time I reached my room. The second I shut the door and leaned against it, I slid down till I was sitting down on the floor. Hot tears streamed down my even hotter cheeks as I let the mix of sadness and defeat take over me. I punched the door behind me with shaky hands. The impact was barely audible, that's how weak the hit was. I gathered the remainder of my energy and stood up to take a shower and change in my pajamas before collapsing into bed. Thank God I only had 4 drinks , so I wasn't full on drunk, but I was slightly tipsy, I'll admit that. I don't remember Austin coming home, I was probably asleep by then. However, the sleep wasn't the peace I was looking for. I could surely say one thing, I really missed Brooklyn.

Colby's POV 

She left. She just left. I mean, what else could I expect let her. I'm sure she was gonna kill me if I tried to stop her. But at least then I would know I did something, something to keep us from falling apart. Nope! I played my part of a coward as always and let her leave without hearing me out. I don't remember ever being such a quitter. I always used to fight for the things I wanted and the people I loved. What happened to me?

One of my hands was in my pocket, holding onto the silver necklace for dear life. Yes, I said silver necklace. I found it on the floor of my room the morning day after we had that argument, if you can even call it that. I wanted to return it earlier but I couldn't find her anywhere. If I did catch glimpse of her, she would be with her boyfriend. OK fine, I'll admit, I also didn't want to give it back. Mainly, cause I knew I would receive that kind of response if I approached her. OK, I'm lying again. I didn't wanna give it back cause I wanted something to hold onto. Something to remind me of her other than the memories we made. 

And if I'm being honest, I'll be completely. I know I could've pulled out the necklace and handed it to her at any point during our interaction, but I didn't? Why?! Why didn't I?! Why couldn't I?! Why am I even asking myself this when the answers are clear as day. Ever since I found it, I was battling my mind that was telling me to throw it away. Once again, I couldn't. 

~ Well damn me, then.

When I returned to my room I just dropped the necklace into my open suitcase without even looking. The walk from the bar back to my hotel room was a real walk of shame. I collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. I didn't bother turning on any lights upon entering. Vegas supplied me with enough light from all the casinos and bars near the hotel. I took my shirt off and threw it across the room. Didn't help, it was still hot. The same chain of thoughts kept circling my brain, so I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to.

Why is it, when it comes to her I'm incapable of so many things. She makes me weak and I have every right to hate her for it. So, why don't I? Well, I fucking hate myself for being incapable of hating her. Does that make sense? No? I know, nothing makes sense up here, in my head. It's a mess with no direction whatsoever. How come she was the one who sorted that mess out and made it even worse at the same time? I hate it! She has total control over me and doesn't even know it. Damn it, Sabrina. I hope you never leave my life. And yes, I know that doesn't make sense either.