for you only // colby brock [SEQUEL: ONE NIGHT] (Completed)

03 》 blue plastic chair

Colby's POV

"What?" I say stepping back, feeling light headed and breathless,

"What do you mean she's- she's okay?!" I persist to the young woman behind the desk and glass at the police station.

She didn't deserve it.

She didn't deserve my anger or my disbelief,

"Sir I'm so sorry that it took so long, she is a hard person to find. We thought that she was gone until the Chicago PD answered the missing person's" she speaks with a soothing tone.

Her elbow holding up her head.

I didn't know what to say.

I thank the officer and stumble back into the blue plastic chairs that lined the wall.

I sighed deeply.

Not a sigh of relief, nor a sigh of frustration; a mystery sigh.

I didn't know how I felt.

My head was too clustered with questions that were left unanswered.

Was she okay?

Does she still love me?

Why didn't she try contact me?

Did anyone else know?

What has she been doing all this time?

Is she coming home?

I grunt and slap my forehead with my sweaty palms.

My shaky palms.

It mid September but it had already started to get cold out,

Yet I was still burning,

"Would you like some water? You don't look so good" they officer I spoke to moments ago asks,

"That would be great- thank you" I say.

She walks from behind the desk and latches the door behind her.

She walks over to the corner where the water dispenser was located.

Grabbing a Styrofoam cup and filling it with a hopefully cooling liquid,

"Here" she says as she passes me the cup and I take a sip,

Letting the water sooth me; extinguish the fire burning in my chest.

I knew I would probably regret it later on but I did it.

I asked the questions that I wasn't sure I wanted the answers to,

"Is she okay?" I say hesitantly through a trembling tongue,

"Well I pulled back some of the records that had been gathered and she has been visiting a free clinic for- um- Co-codamol and vicodin" she says as she taps her own against her leg in the chair beside me,

"Aren't they drugs? Like um- paracetamols?" I ask as worry builds up inside of me,

"Yes, they are only ever used for severe injuries such as broken or fractured bones, after surgery or arthritis", she adds.

Severe injuries? Broken or Fractured bones?!

"Where did they find her?" I spit out, releasing the painful breath I was holding back.

She stood up and walked behind the desk, unlatching the door and stepping up to the files cabniet.

She searched through the metal drawer and pulled out a beige cardboard.

Her eyes scanned through and stopped once she had found what she was looking for,

"Beside Peoria Lake on- Route 29 in a run down warehouse" she states.

A run down warehouse.

I remember exploring abandoned and run down places when I was younger.

From my distant memory,

They were always dark..

Cold..

Lonely.

I couldn't even imagine how long she would of been there for.

I didn't even want to think.

I just wanted her back.

I wanted Ronnie.