Solby Smut One-Shots

Reunited

dominant- sam

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-Sam-

2 years ago

"I don't give a fuck Colby, I'm just done with this shit. Why can't you have faith in me!?" I yelled, hating to see him hurting but I couldn't do it anymore.

"Sam, I do. I do, okay? I just would rather you not go get drunk at a club with Corey. When he's drunk he promotes things he shouldn't, that's all I'm saying!" He said back, his voice raised a slight.

"You really think I'd fucking cheat? Not really who I thought you were, my boyfriend would trust me." I said back, his facial expression dropped.

"Then I guess I'm n-not your boyfriend." He turned and walked to our room, I heard his sniffles but I couldn't argue anymore.

After an hour passed, I walked back to check on him seeing he was asleep with tears dried on his cheeks. "Colby.." I mumbled, shaking him awake.

"Leave me alone." He said, pushing my hand off him forcefully.

"Look, I'm sorry. We won't go, stop being a child and talk to me."

"A child? A child because I know when my boyfriend gets drunk he doesn't know how to handle himself? A child because you won't let me go? Why can't I, already have a whore lined up?"

"No! Jesus, I just want to do something.. just me.. for once." I said back, feeling irritated.

"Go. Do it, go alone. Don't expect me to be here when you're home." He said, turning back over.

"Okay, fine. Bye." I stormed out, not believing his words for one second. He wouldn't leave for a silly fight like this one, that'd be ridiculous.

Little did I know, he wasn't bluffing.

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Finally getting done filming, I edited and posted the video right after having nothing else to do. Afterwards, I took a quick shower and ate before putting on a random show on Netflix.

My phone began ringing beside me, a number I didn't know. I wasn't going to answer, but for some reason I felt like I needed to. "Hello?"

"Sam?" The voice said through the phone, sounding familiar.

"Uhm, this is. Who is this?" I asked back, pausing my show.

"Corey. New phone number, sorry." He said, then I realized why the voice was familiar.

"Scherer? Hey, dude it's been so long. How are you?" I said, standing up and pacing a little as I spoke.

"Okay, I-I guess. Sam, I called because.. i-it's Colby.." He trailed off, suddenly I felt worried.

"Wh-What? Is he okay?" I said frantically.

"N-No. Sam, as you know he showed up at the trap house two years ago, so so broken. He didn't eat, barely would shower or leave his room, he didn't smile for months. We thought he was getting better, b-but.. an hour ago.. Elton found him i-in the bathroom.." I heard Corey sniffle, I was panicking and wish he'd hurry.

"Corey, what happened? Please talk to me."

"H-He swallowed like 30 pills dude.." I heard him let out a sob. "E-Elton made him throw them up, a-and.." Another sniffle. "He wouldn't let us take him to the hospital. I'm scared, I can't find him dead someday Sam, I can't."

"O-Oh.." My heart ached, Colby wouldn't do that. He couldn't. His family, and friends, the fans. "Wh-What do you want me t-to do?"

"Sam, I know you might not want to. But please come see him, please. Talk to him, fix this." He said, hope filled his voice.