Saved • A Colby Brock fanfic•

Part 3

~Colby~

I reached my arm through the window and unlocked the door. I opened it and immediately gave her a hug, to calm her down. The hug lasted about five minutes, and she was still shaking. "I didn't mean for this all to happen, I'm sorry Kitty... " I said trying to calm her down more. I really hope she doesn't take this as terribly as she did when she saw her father kill her own mother. Let's just say, I came through her window at the right time...

"Go to the passenger seat, I'm taking you home. " I whispered. She slowly nodded and started crawling to the other seat. As soon as she sat down I immediately got in the car. I looked over and she was looking down at her wrists. She cut again last night... "You know, I wish you didn't do that anymore. " I said soothingly, while I started the car. "I-I'm sorry... " She stuttered. She started messing with her bandages. "You're going to open the cuts if you don't stop. " I said quietly. "Too late... " She choked out. Shit... The bandages were now stained with blood, that was fast... "Fuck." I said under my breathe. ( I wish this was how I was treated, when my friends found out I cut myself, I don't anymore...) The blood was now dripping down her arms. I took my hoodie off and rapped it around her wrists. She slightly smiled. WAIT, THAT WAS A REAL SMILE! I haven't seen a real smile from her in years... "Thanks Colbs... " She whispered. I laughed slightly, "You're welcome. " The blood had slowed down, and was quickly drying.

Short time skip, at Kia's house

I knocked on the door. I was holding Kia in my arms since she fell asleep. I knocked a few more times, then I finally got an answer, her fucking father. He tried acting like he wasn't abusive. " Oh my god, what happened to my baby? " He said, ugh I could just hear the fake innocence in his voice. I had the complete urge to just hit in straight in his forehead, with a metal chair. "Nothings wrong, she just got a bit mad at me. Her voice is strained from yelling. And her mind is pretty fucked up. " The first two sentences I said with a worried tone, the last one, not so much. I then had to hand her to him. " Thanks for bringing her home to me. " He sarcastically said. I just nodded and hummed. I hid in the bushes and waited about an hour to come in through her window. I had started climbing up the side of the house, when I got to her window I heard quiet sobs. I looked in through the window to see Kia curled up in a ball, hugging the hoodie that I wrapped around her wrists. I could just see the blood stains on it from here. She had a tank top and short shorts on, and bruises were all over her body. Her bandages were off and her cuts were either opened again, or she made more. Her arms were red from the blood. Then I noticed. There were giant red gashes on her legs. And even though her father hates her, he wouldn't cut her. She made those.