Static /// Colby Brock

Two loves

Colby's POV

I was happy to be back home from the honeymoon. During the last few weeks, Sabrina became distant and unapproachable. She was really cold and disinterested about everything. I tried getting to her a few times to no avail. I started dreading her regretting the decision to say 'yes' to my proposal and 'I do' at the altar. I will admit, not proudly, but I will - I had to literally slap my hand away from the shelf with the cigarettes in the stores a few times. Bad habits die hard but bad habits disguised as comforting tactic never truly die. They always resurrect themselves whenever you feel like you've hit rock bottom. Believe me, the only time you actually hit rock bottom is when you let yourself return to that bad habit for comfort. 

I found comfort when I saw the way she acted back home. She was reserved with everyone else as well. Seeing her close herself off from Kat, Devyn and Tara worried me a lot more than the fact that she closed herself off from me. She had them close long before I was accepted into her inner circle. 

- You know you can talk to me about anything, right? - I often threw that line in the middle of conversations just as a reminder.

Sadly, each time I got the same answer with the same dull voice, showing me it was her answering on instinct and not 100% truthfully. - Yeah, of course I do.

She stopped talking to me altogether. She spent more time in the bathroom in the morning just to avoid me. I'd hear the shower running and just give up on seeing her until time for breakfast rolled around. I wanted to reach her, get what was bothering her out of her thoughts, but her front line of defense was her avoidance of everyone. I was becoming more and more worried by the second, and I often times couldn't hold it in. Well, at least not sober. 

I would wait for her and the others to go upstairs and go to bed before I started downing the contents of the bottles lining the shelves of the cupboards in the kitchen. It turned from a one night fix into a habit. I got caught eventually, of course, cause Sam can't go to sleep and just remain asleep.  

- You have a problem with an addictive personality, Colby! - I remember him whisper-yelling once he managed to rip the bottle of whatever alcohol I was drinking from my hand - You should talk to a professional about it.

I don't remember much about that night apart from the event of getting caught. I just remember waking up without a headache for the first time in a while. I also remember waking up to an empty space next to me in the bed. At first, I wasn't worried, but then I heard the absence of noise in the bathroom and started freaking out.

Downstairs, I ran into Kat. She seemed to know more than what she told me. She walked up to me, looking somewhat mad and 100% worried. She sharply and cryptically told me:

- You two should talk - she didn't even let me respond, she pushed past me and climbed up the stairs.

I gathered my thoughts and put the pieces of my mind together, letting out the first sentence that my brain produced - I've been trying!! You have no idea!

That day I didn't see Sabrina until around 11 PM when everyone was doing their own thing upstairs. For the first time in a while, she looked me dead in the eyes and spoke first. 

- I need to tell you something.

Sabrina's POV

I couldn't take my insecurities eating away at me more and more each day. I was slowly losing my grip on myself and on my life. On my marriage with Colby. Marriage, huh? Yeah, that will never not sound weird when said either in my head or out loud. It doesn't sound weird in a bad way, don't get me wrong. It just sounds too good to be true. And when things sound like that, they often live up to the expectations they set - they are never real and they never last long.