Saved • A Colby Brock fanfic•

Part 4

Listen to the song

~Kia~

After Colby placed me in my father's arms and the door shut, I tried running up to my room. But I got hit and kicked multiple times. I basically had to crawl my way up the stairs and into my room, my legs hurt that bad. When I got there I sat in my bed and the pain slowly went away enough for me to walk to my bathroom. When I got there I looked at the picture of Colby on the mirror. I turned around, I could hear him yelling at me to not do this. I took my razor blade out, and started. Starting at my arms 1, 3, 6, 8, 11, 15, 20. I ran out of room on my arms. I moved down to my legs. I lost count after 20, they were completely covered in blood and cuts. I smiled at my creation. I didn't even bother to put more bandages on, I just grabbed Colby's hoodie and lied back down. I curled in a ball, and let my emotions take over me. I started bawling. Colby should be here by now, he should be comforting me until I fell asleep, but he wasn't, he still wasn't here.

Then I saw him come through the window. I slightly smiled. Feeling his presence come closer to me. Then it hit me, I forgot to cover my legs, I forgot to come we my arms back up. Shit. He saw me cut up. He quickly went to my bathroom and came back out with toilet paper and bandages. He covered my arms with the toilet paper lightly putting pressure on them. He then kissed my forehead. I pitifully smiled. It looked like the bleeding stopped so he took the toilet paper off and gently giving es each and ever one of the cuts, like it was going to heal me faster. He then did the other arms and my legs, doing the same things, kissing all the cuts. Him kissing my legs felt weird, since my legs were spread apart. Even though it was a bad time, I just wanted to fucking make out with him. So badly. I was a bit horny by now. I started running my fingers in his hair as he was kissing the cuts. And I slowly moved his head closer to me. He immediately realized what I was doing and he sat up. "We can't, I'm sorry. Your dad is right down stairs and what if he caught us... " I sighed. " You're right, I'm sorry. " I apologized. He then brought himself down to kiss me. It was slow and loving, I kissed back.