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colbys pov

"y/n!" i yelled. i started to feel my heart race. i looked around the car, i looked in the car.

she wasn't anywhere.

damn she a bitch too

"dude shut the fuck up." i smacked my head. i heard footsteps around the car, peaking my head up from in it. "y/n? baby please i'm sorry." i shut the door and turned around.

i saw her. but it wasn't just her.

"hey colby. this what you're looking for." it was the kid from the store.

"how-"

"you killed my sister." he spat at me. "this is y/n right? or was that another girl you kidnapped."

i looked at y/n and i saw her breathing very heavy. i felt so scared for her i didn't want to lose her. "man look i'll do anything-"

"you killed my fucking sister!" he yelled. i backed up a bit, my body hitting the car. she furrowed her eyebrows before i saw her eyes roll back a bit.

"NO!" i yelled.

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you watched colby stare at you. you could barely breath with the dudes hands over your mouth.

"you killed my fucking sister!" the guy from behind you yelled. you saw colby back up before pieces together.

he was the kid that taunted him. at the store.

before you could keep talking you felt the worst pain in your back. you groaned and cried, your eyes rolling back a bit.

your hands were together from duct tape that he just quickly put on you. you fell to the ground once he let you go.

"i'm taking your keys and you'll figure a way to get home with her bleeding out." the guy said. "give me. the fucking. keys."

"no." colby said.

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colbys pov

"give them cole."

cole- that's the fucking kids friend. small world am i right HAHAH

"please don't hurt her more. let me take her home." i begged. it was dark enough to move my hand back to my pocket and grab the sharpest key from the key chain.

"you never gave my sister a chance." he said. he came closer to me pointing his knife at me. "you know what?"

i watched him with angry eyes wanting him to be dead. i don't know how i'm controlling so much shit right now, watching her bleed out. wanting to run to her.

he quickly ran to her grabbing her hair. i slightly moved before he put it to her neck. "don't, and give me the keys."

she was barely alive. "OKAY ALRIGHT." i let go of the keys and backed away. he ran up to me and grabbed them pushing me on the ground. i tripped over and watched as he pulled the car away.

i sat there before listening to y/n hyperventilating trying to get as much air. "y/n? oh my god i'm so sorry. y/n please." i crawled over to her.

i picked her up as i sat up more a tried holding her wound and seeing through the dark street. i couldn't walk that hour to a hospital, she'd be dead.

anddd no phone service cause katrina

fuck, he's right.

i started to feel around for the stairs to the house and once i did i jogged inside, finding my way of grabbing the flashlight and laying her on the dusty couch.

"y/n baby stay with me please. i'm gonna help you, you need to stay here okay?" i asked holding her face. i was on one knee turning the flashlight on i saw her eyes closed. "fuck."

i ran to the kitchen looking for the first aid i had.

why did you have a first aid, you knew this was going to happen or something?

"you know, you're very talkative right now." i said out loud as i looked through the cabinets. i mentally felt him shrug.

"yes." i said as i saw it. i quickly grabbed it and ran, putting the flashlight in my mouth trying to figure out what to use.

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your pov

you woke up and found yourself on the old couch of the house. you were trying to get up before you fell from the sharp pain in your back.

you looked around and saw colby on the one side of the couch lunched over. you were still a bit angry knowing what had happen, but remember that you started to remember what happened.

you tried looking for your phone but gave up after realizing there was so service. you wanted to wake colby up but you weren't sure.

"colby.." you whispered, holding your side from pain. you shook him, he didn't wake up. "brock!" you yelled.

"y/n- y/n! god baby i'm so sorry." he said in a raspy voice. you stood up and grabbed me. "does it hurt, are you okay?"

"it hurts a lot." you said with much attitude. you kinda pushed off him. "i wanna go home."

"he took the car."

"my fucking car!?" you yelled. colby backed up and just looked at you.

"he would've killed you." colby said, lowering his voice. you sighed and just stared at him. "y/n, i love you."

you stood there. it was so hard to believe that after the whole prison incident. once you got him out it seemed like he was so scared of saying something to you or getting broken up with cause you'd tell the police anything to get him back in.

"it's hard colby. you're so scared, and i wish i knew if you did." you felt tears. you loved this kid, you don't understand how but you just do.

"you have to believe me. i should've killed you, but i couldn't." colby pointed at his head, "he even couldn't."

you smiled, "whered you get stitches from?" you chuckled looking at the first aid on the floor.

"well uh, i thought that some days of i got stabbed ya know just in case i uh, i would know how to fix myself up." he chuckled. you smiled at me before trying to look at the wound in the mirror in the kitchen.

"how are we getting home?" you asked. colby looked shocked when i walked back over.

"we?" he asked. "y/n i don't think i should go home with you-"

"why? what no you have to." you begged.

"i'm fucked. that kid, i took his sister and killed her. i killed three of his friends. i'm not getting out of here alive." he sighed looking at me. you sat down next to him with tears.

"why'd you do it?" you questions

"they were taunting me about you. everyone knows you because of the shit i put you through. you know you because of how awful i am." colby kissed my head, "this times a life sentences."

"no colby don't say that." you chuckled, "this has to be a joke you told me you wouldn't k-"

"don't say it." he looked down.

you sat there in silence. you pulled his face up with both your hands and kissed his lips. his one hand slipped on your non hurt side and the other grabbed your hand on his face.

once you let go you felt salty tears from both of you. "why are you crying?" you chuckled. he smiled and kissed all over your face.

"he said we should have a kid." he looked at you. your smile faded and you looked at him.

"maybe he'll look like you."

"no y/n, don't."

colby pushed my hair back behind my ears and smiled, "you can still visit?"

"you're not in jail yet. i still have time."

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