Jake Webber x Colby Brock- Biltmore Hotel

10/?

hi babies mom is back

suddenly its real easy to write again its almost like my brain is recovering from the four month bender i went on so gang shit

love u boo boo follow me on instagram @ nuclearsoso

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Alright.

I know things have gotten pretty slow.

I'm sorry if I'm getting boring, but listen to this.

I want to tell you before it gets too dark, Colby and I don't have a happy ending. I mean, given the way this was all looking- could you really have expected otherwise?

No. By now, I'm almost certain my soul is beyond saving. It's really not so bad, honestly- with Colby out of the picture, I have nothing to lose but myself-

But, I've been gone for a while.

So, as for what happened. I smoked my first cigarette- kudos, my favorite bad influence. Colby Brock was my true love, and it was such a beautiful feeling. I knew I loved him, but I realized it might've been bigger than that on our drive home.

He had a cigarette in one hand, the other on the wheel, the radio silent. I watched him from the passenger seat, as his absent mind cruised us down the highway. The wind in his hair made him look, practically angelic. Reminiscent of someone you would see smile in an old polaroid picture.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at me.

"Yeah," I answered. It wasn't true, but the subtle look of relief, and happiness that fluttered in his eyes was worth the lie. I had a bad feeling, though. Time had a momentum, and that momentum felt as though it was moving toward an end.

"That's good." Colby smiled, tossing his cigarette out the window, and placing his now free hand on my thigh. I placed both my hands around it, cradling it by my chest and feeling the skin on his fingers, my eyes washing over every tiny detail.

He felt so warm. Warm and safe.

When we got home, we both went to go upstairs. I wanted to nap, and Colby wanted to stay with me.

We passed by Sam in the kitchen.

"Hey, Colby?" The Blonde called out, gaining Colby's immediate attention- and my jealousy. I stayed behind him, hand on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Yeah?" He answered, stopped in his tracks momentarily.

"I need to talk to you- if that's okay." Sam spoke, before his gaze shifted to me. "Alone..."

Colby paused, before shrugging and nodding and turning to me. "I'll meet you upstairs, alright babe?" He smiled, putting his hand on mine.

I felt unnecessarily betrayed, but nodded, quickly turning away and heading upstairs. Screams tore at the back of my throat. I knew it was completely uncalled for, but I couldn't help it.

I swallowed and sat in the hallway, against my door. Of course he would prefer to be with Sam right now after all that's happened. He shouldn't even be speaking with me. Haven't I just, lost my shit? I have. I know. I know. Colby still thinks I'm gonna get better with this thing tearing at the inside of my mind and my soul, I know he doesn't understand.

He's just as crazy as I am.

What pulled me away from the swirl of voices in my head was the echoing of familiar voices, further out.

"He can't stay here anymore."

"He's fine- Sam, he's fine. It's complicated, he's-"

"Look what he did to you!"

"No, I- Sam, please..."

There was a crashing of dishes.

"I want him to go! He needs to go! He hurt you!"

Sam was crying.

There were slow footsteps up the stairs, and Colby turned the corner to find me curled up in front of my bedroom door, face in my knees. I felt his hands run down the sides of my neck, along my arms, before they found their way into my hands.

"Hey..." He spoke softly, warmly. I looked up, and opened my eyes to feel tears fall. I hadn't realized I was crying.

He ran a thumb across both my cheeks, swiping away tears. "Let's go to bed, okay?" 

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