One Shots - Becky Lynch and Seth Rollins {Brollins}

Intoxicated

Was it the right apartment?

Had he moved?

Could she trust him?

Would he even help?

Thousands of questions continued to fill Pamela's mind with worry as she waited for an answer. "Pam, get it together." She felt most at ease when she'd talk herself through things, even though some looked at her weirdly for it.

She leaned forward and knocked on the door for a second time, the narrow hallways echoed with the sound and rhythm of her hand hitting the wood. After a few more dreadfully long seconds, there was still no answer. 

Although she was the only one to really try and keep in contact with him, it was still very limited, and they definitely weren't close anymore. "Pam, this is stupid. Of course he isn't here, he probably moved, or is out somewhere, or just doesn't want to ever see your face ever again."

Pamela continued to ramble on, coming up with countless crazy conclusions as to why the door wasn't being answered. "Maybe he was abducted by aliens, or eaten by a shark, or-" Before she could spiral anymore, she caught herself and stopped rambling, squeezing her eyes shut almost in embarrassment. Along with talking to herself, another one of her worst habits was rambling about nonsense and spiralling into a dark abyss of impossible unknowns. She began turning around and hung her head low in defeat, "Get it through your skull Pam, he's not here."

She began to leave, walking through the eerily quiet halls, letting out a sigh of disappointment when she reached the elevator. Since she was on the top floor there was only one button, she quickly pressed it, and retreated to the wall that was standing opposite from the elevator doors. She leaned against it and stared down at her tapping foot, waiting for the doors to open so she could make a quick escape.

She listened to the doors creak open and heard multiple people shuffling around and walking to their respective hallways. Just as she thought everyone was gone she raised her head and began to walk forward, noticing another male figure beginning to exit the elevator with grocery bags in hand. As she met his eyes and he met hers, she realized it wasn't just some guy. It was who she had been looking for.

"Pam?" His voice sounded gruff and confused. Pamela's shoulders stiffened and her eyes became wide as she hadn't expected to actually see him here, or ever again for that matter. When she took a full look at him she realized nothing had changed, he looked exactly the same as he did all that time ago.

She looked back down at her feet and nodded her head in response to his short but loaded question, not knowing how to react. "Yeah, it's me." She slowly whispered.

Pamela knew she wasn't good under stress or any type of pressured situation, she wanted to turn around and walk away without saying another word but she knew she couldn't.

Rebecca needed help, and this was her last option.

She mustered up all the confidence she could, lifted her head and took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes again. "Look Colby, I know you weren't expecting this and probably don't want to talk to me, but I need your help."

Colby stared at her and seemed conflicted, he looked as if he was actually debating on leaving Pamela to deal with her issues alone. After a minute Colby let out a sigh, knowing it had to be important, especially if Pamela came to get him of all people. "Follow me."

The words were simple but gave Pamela a sense of hope. As they silently walked to his apartment door, Pamela had to hide her proud smile when she realized she had originally picked the correct room. He opened the door and moved over so she could walk in, Colby gestured for her to take a seat on the couch and then he went into his kitchen. After a few minutes of Pamela sitting on his couch quietly, Colby walked back into the room with a beer bottle and a mug of coffee in his hands. He set his beer down on the table and gently handed Pamela hers. She smiled when she realized he remembered her beverage preferences and she deeply inhaled the scent while cupping the mug with her hands, taking sips every so often.

Colby left his bottle on the table, placing his hands and back against his desk, which was opposite to the couch, and he took a deep breath. "Okay Pam, what's going on?"

Pamela placed the mug down and hesitated, not really knowing where to start. "You know Becky has always struggled with a lot of issues, and when you, in simpler terms, "left her" it didn't help anything." Pamela stared into her coffee mug to avoid eye contact, she didn't even know if she should be spreading this information, especially to Colby.

Colby noticed the hesitation but emphasis on the phrase "left her", but he stayed silent about it and nodded for her to continue.

"To put it in the easiest way possible, she's gotten way worse than before. She's gone missing for days, sometimes we don't hear from her for weeks, she's never home, and it's terrifying. We never know what's gonna happen next." The strain in Pamela's voice was clear, and Colby felt a rush of guilt hit him.

Pamela finally looked back up at him and couldn't read his expression, he just stared at her. After a while, he straightened up and took a deep breath. "Show me."

Pamela nodded and stood up, leading Colby out of his apartment building and down the street to the local bar. As they got closer to the bar, Colby began feeling more and more unsettled. When they walked into the bar they easily spotted Rebecca with a group of others, slamming down any drink that came her way.

Colby heard Pamela sigh, and couldn't help but feel bad for both of them. Rebecca was struggling, but Pamela was having to mother an adult and put her personal life on hold. While observing, he looked around at everyone else in the bar and couldn't help but catch a glimpse of another familiar face. When he made the mental connection he grew pale, "You never said Mercedes was going to be here."

Pamela had to hide a small laugh, "Someone had to keep an eye on Becks while I was gone. Scared?"

Colby swallowed hard knowing not everyone was as forgiving as Pamela, especially not Mercedes. Colby and Mercedes locked eyes, and he watched the range of emotions run through her face as soon as she saw him. Anger consumed her and she immediately started to make her way over, pushing people out of her path, yelling and moving so quickly Colby couldn't understand anything she was saying. Just as she was in arms reach she tried to grab him but Pamela intercepted her and held her in place.

"Let me at him! I swear I'm just gonna talk to him nicely!" Mercedes gritted through her teeth, reaching out in hopes of getting ahold of him.

Pamela held down a flailing Mercedes and shook her head, "You and I both know you aren't just going to talk to him. Now stop bringing attention to us."

Mercedes slowly looked around and noticed some stares, she quickly grew agitated by the judgemental looks, "What?! Can I help you?!"

Everyone quickly went back to minding their own business and Mercedes refocused her attention on Colby. She looked at Pamela and they began whispering to each other and exchanging various looks. Once they stopped, Mercedes let out an annoyed sigh and crossed her arms, she looked at Pamela and walked over to Colby. Within an instant Mercedes raised her hand and smacked Colby across the face, she followed the slap with a deadly stare.

"I assume you know what that's for." Her voice was bitter and her eyes held no sorrow.

Colby simply nodded in shame, seeing his former friends again was difficult, especially knowing that they all felt indifferent about him. Colby forced himself to refocus on the situation he was being asked to help with. He noticed that Rebecca had moved to the dance floor, accompanied by a blonde, both drunk out of their mind.

He realized he needed to catch up on a few things to understand everything, "Who's the blonde?"

"Ashley," Pamela shook her head in disappointment, "Her drinking buddy."

The three of them stood there observing Rebecca and her actions. She went from drinking, to dancing, to more drinking, it was a nonstop vicious cycle. They watched as Ashley continued to hand shot after shot to Rebecca, as they laughed and stumbled around the bar with no care. Switching between playing pool, flirting with guys, and almost starting fights.

Colby knew it was going to be a long night.