"I'm not who you think I am, so I suggest you leave me the hell alone."
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Colby brock fanfic.
|• This story contains smut, violence, guns, and blood, so if your not into that I wouldn't read this. •|
I get out of the car, walking into the house from the garage. My dad no where in sight, I made it home in time. Perfect.
I go upstairs and close my bedroom door. I set my stuff down letting out a sigh. I plug my phone up. I strip my clothes grabbing my towel I go into my bathroom and turn my shower hot, stepping in.
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Honestly I'm kinda upset that Sam left like that, he could've waited until I left.
Going back to Colbys question. Did her break up with amber for me? Was he actually into me?
I just can't say yes. He used me.
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I ignore my thoughts and finish cleaning myself, I step out of the shower, grabbing my towel and drying myself.
I walk out my bathroom and go into my dresser getting undergarments and clothes. I put on
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I dry my hair, leaving it damp. I plop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, when I hear a knock at my door, I get up and open it to see my dad. "Sup?"
My dad just gives me the stare.
You know the one when they know you did something but you didn't tell them....yeah that stare.
"Be honest with me Natalie. Where we're you last night" my dad pushes past me walking into my room.
"I was h-."
"Lies!" My dad pushes the vase off my dresser making it shatter on the floor. "Where the hell we're you!"
"Dad! I- I promise I was home." I step back against the wall scared of what was about to come. My dad walk close to me. Pushing me against the wall. He slapped me across the face.
"Where we're you!" He grabs my checks, making me look him in the eye. Tears fall down my face as I whimper.
"I was at my... friends." I whisper.
"Speak up girl!" My dad yells making me flinch. "I was at a friends!" I speak louder. My dad scoffs, letting go of my cheeks and pulling the gun out of his pocket. He cocks it pointing it at my mirror, shooting it.
I scream. My dad then takes my phone slamming it against the floor making it shatter. He walks out of my room slamming my door.
Sliding down the wall, I fall to the floor. I put my face in my hands, sobbing. I wipe my face with my sleeves. Standing up shakily.
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How did he find out? Did someone tell him? Honestly I'm scared of my dad and I'm scared that one day he will hurt me more than just a slap.
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As more tears run down my face leaving stings from once was my dads hand, I walk to my phone picking it up. It was pretty cracked but mainly on the screen protector. I click the turn on button and thankfully the screen lights up. I step back, making a piece of glass go into my foot. I scream in pain dropping my phone to the floor.
I grab my foot holding it. Crying silently so my dad couldn't hear. I limp to my bathroom. I sit on the floor. I get the proxcide poring it on the cut. I scream into my hand, letting out more tears. I grab the bandages wrapping my foot in it. Once I finish I lean my head against the wall. I curl my knees up to my chest. Wiping my face with my hands.
I stand up and limp over to the broom. I sweep all the glass from the mirror and the vase, putting it in a pile. I open my door carefully and walk downstairs into the kitchen. I see my dad and I flinch a bit. I quickly walk to the trash bags grabbing one.
"Natalie? I'm sorry"
I felt the sting in my throat as I held back tears. I shake my head and walk back to the stairs where my arm was pulled.
"I said I'm sorry!" My dad yells. I snatch my arm away.
"Stop apologizing for things you keep doing! I wish you were the one who had died!" I run upstairs to my room slamming my door. I ignore my tears and put all the glass in the trash bag. I set the trash bag to the side. I hear my phone ding and I walk over to it.
New message from Colby Brock. Hey. I just want to say I'm sorry.
I set my phone down and lock my door. I grab my air forces and put the on. I grab a small backpack, putting my makeup bag. A brush. A jacket, leggings and my charger in it.
I turn off my lights, grabbing my phone. I open my window, climbing down the ladder. I take my phone and dial Colbys number. After four rings he picks up.
C- Hello
N- Colby... come pick me up. ————————————————————————— Not a big cliff hanger but yeah. Vote, comment and follow!
