Insane // Colby Brock

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TW//⚠️ (kidnapping and abuse along with mentions of rape)

"Don't scream or try to run or anything like that or you'll regret it." Xavier warned and I gulped.

My eyes went wide as they walked closer and closer to me. "W- h- I- h-how are you here?!" I asked as I backed away from them.

"Your mommy said you've been acting badly, Scarlet. Crazy, even." Peter said and chuckled along with Xavier.

They kept coming closer to me and I backed up towards my bed. "Leave me alone! I'm not crazy!" I yelled.

"Oh, but you are." Peter said and gave me a wicked grin. I needed to find a way to get away from them.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I backed away and thought of anything to get out of this predicament.

But then it hit me. The call button. I made eye contact with them as I shakily made my way towards where the call button was.

All of the sudden I ran to it and pressed it multiple times. They got the memo of what I was doing and jumped at me, but I got away from them and ran to the door.

I threw it open and was about to run for my life when I felt a big hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around.

It was Peter. And as soon as I turned, he slapped me, hard. So hard that I fell to the ground because of the dizziness and more tears feel out of my eye.

Adrenaline was coursing through my blood as I quickly stood up and punched and kicked Peter as hard as I could.

I did well enough that he groaned, stumbled backward, and held where I punched.

I started running again but unfortunately, Xavier launched at me and successfully wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, not letting me go.

I started screaming and trying to fight my way out of his grasp. Peter stood up and scoffed, then punched me, hard. Straight in the face.

So hard that I passed out.

There was just darkness. Nothing more, nothing less.

~Time skip~

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. But it was exactly like room 147. Except more empty.

Room 147.

But not in the hospital 147. No, the asylum 147.

I broke down and started crying. I tried anything I could to get out of that place, and I mean everything.

But of course, nothing worked.

After hours and hours of trying and trying everything in my power to escape, and getting the occasional beating from Peter and Xavier, I grew tried.

Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I laid on the ground since they couldn't even give me a bed, and fell asleep, thinking that I was going to try everything in my damn power to get out of this place.

~Skip time~

It's been a week of being in this place. I haven't had a proper meal and I get beaten all of the time.

Not to mention that they both use me to pleasure themselves.

I've fully given up on everything.

No one has come for me... but there's still hope that they are searching.

I'm just laying on this very uncomfortable cement ground, waiting for my next beating.

I can't go anywhere since I'm handcuffed to a poll. And I can't explain how hard I've tried to get out of here.

Nothing.

Nothing works.

So, I'm just laying here, thinking.

Thinking about how I want to be with the group. Thinking about how worried everyone must be and how the fans are taking this.

Thinking about how I want to hug Gus and let him tease me about Colby and hearing his lectures. He knows that I have a crush on him, he's my best friend. He knows everything, even when I don't say anything.

Thinking about how I miss Caleb and miss our rants, and him talking about how much he loves his girlfriend.

Thinking about how I would rather have Tom hug me and threaten Colby to treat me right because along with Gus, he knows me well enough to know I have feelings for him, and he's my overprotective big brother.

Or how I miss me and Katrina's long talks and girls days.

And how I wish I could get to know Tara and Devyn more. Along with Jake and Corey.

Or how I could really use Sam's brotherly hugs and advice.

Thinking about how I want to make at least one last video, telling my fans how much they mean to me and thank them for everything.

And how I wish that I fought back against that physic so I wouldn't be here.

But most importantly, I wish I told Colby I liked him sooner. And that I wish I was in his arms.

Since I've had time to think about it, and the fact that I'll probably never see them again, I wish I could just hug them all and tell them how much they mean to me and how greatfull I am for them, and how much I love them.

And I've come to the realization that I don't like Colby. No.

I love him.

Which is crazy to think because I haven't known him for long at all.

But yet I love him.

I think back to what Pop pop said about him truly thinking that Colby is the one for me, and I agree with him.

I've never met anyone like him.

His smile makes me smile, his laugh makes me laugh, his eyes sparkle, making mine do the same. I always get butterflies around him and I just feel happy and complete.

I've never felt it before, but I know it's love because of pop pop.

Since I've been in here, he is always with me. We would have conversations about the group and he told me stories about my me-ma (grandmother) and how he knew he was in love with her.

And that's how I knew.

And if I ever escape, one of the first things I'm doing is telling Colby how I feel.

Cause this made me realize that life will throw curve balls at you at anytime. And that anything could happen, including me losing him. Or not getting the chance to tell him how deeply in love with him I am.

So I'm going to regain my energy and escape. Pop-pop has been my cheerleader and has helped me by putting me in my place.

So I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna escape and live and confess my feelings.

For me and for Pop-pop.

I want to make him proud.

So I'm gonna.

(I'm sorry if this chapter was bad😕)