Chapter 5: The Explanation

                                    

                                          
WARNING:
                          
*What you are about to read may contain strong language and mature themes.
                          
I gulped hard. "Fine," I sighed. "My mother and father don't care about me. I wa- still am- in pain. I thought I owed myself that much. I was about to hang myself from my ceiling fan, when my sister walked in. Parents pretended to give a shit and set me up with a therapist. She told me to talk about my feelings, which is bullshit. For God's sake I tried to kill myself and all she wanted to talk about was my fucking feelings. So, I screamed at her and stormed out. That's when you found me." It felt good telling someone because even tough I've known him for only and hour, I felt a connection. I don't know why he bothered with me. He could've just saved me and left me. I would've been okay.
                          
"Do you know what it feels like to be in pain everyday? Have no one to lean on besides yourself?" I asked desperately. Second by second, the tears fell out of my eyes. "I can't take this pain anymore. It's swallowing me whole." I gently placed me head in my hands and sobbed. I hate doing this. All I'm doing is bringing back old memories. "I need to just let go," I mumbled between sobs. 
                          
Colby took my right hand in his. I felt the cold metal of his silver rings against my palm. As gently as he could, he took my chins so that my eyes met his. I swear I could look into them forever. "You're not alone anymore," he whispered. "You have me, now," Colby told me sincerely as he pulled me into his chest.
                          
I didn't say anything. I just sobbed. I hated feeling this way. I felt so lost and helpless. I slowly felt Colby's shirt soak up with tears. "I-I'm sorry about your shirt," I sobbed.
                          
He just chuckled as he pulled me tighter. "Give me a second," he whispered again as he slowly pulled me back. Colby went into his closet to pull out a sweatshirt that read XPLR. "Put it on," Colby told me as he held the sweatshirt out towards me.
                          
Cautiously, I got off of his comfortable mattress and grasped the sweatshirt. "I won't look," he joked as he quickly put his hand over his eyes and turned around. I didn't want this tear-soaked shirt on me anymore, so I took it off and temporarily placed the red and white striped tee on Colby's bed. I slipped on the black XPLR  hoodie.
                          
"You can turn around," I sniffled.
                          
"I know you're tired, you must be. Lie down," Colby insisted as he pointed over to his bed. The bed had a grey comforter on it with matching pillow cases. The comforter was arranged very messily on his mattress.
                          
"Okay," I muttered. I wanted to stay up and talk to Colby, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, it wasn't a regret.
                          
"Mind if I lie down, too?" Colby inquired. I nodded my head as I felt my eyelids get heavy. I peaked through my eyelids to see a shirtless Colby hop into bed. He pulled the sheets over himself and I.
                          
COLBY'S POV
                          
I slipped off my pink shirt and got into bed, making sure not to wake Ainsley up. God, she's so damn beautiful. Hours passed, I was sure she was asleep. But I couldn't seem to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the image of Ainsley in front of that road, nearly killed. I just stared at her. I gently caressed her cheek. Sleepily, she worked her way so that her head lie on my bare chest. Damn, she's even more beautiful when she sleeps. I'm just glad I found her before it was too late.
                          
AINSLEY'S POV
                          
I woke up to be engulfed by the scent of a familiar cologne. I slowly opened my eyes to see an empty bed. Where had he gone? Suddenly. I hear the doorknob open, so I quickly close me eyes.
                          
"She's in here. Just be quiet, I think she's still sleeping," I hear Colby whisper as he turns the handle to his door.
                          
"Okay," a few unfamiliar voices muttered.  I felt the presence of multiple people hovering over me. Who the hell were they?
                          
"Damn," one voice whispered.
                          
"Shut up, Corey," a familiar voice chuckled. "Okay, leave. Let Ainsley sleep." Footstep after footstep, Colby finally closed his bedroom door.
                          
"You can open your eye, now. They're gone." Colby said quietly right as I felt a weight on the bed. I opened my eyes to see the sight of Colby in a grey ripped shirt and black skinny jeans. "Morning."
                          
"Morning," I muttered. Unfortunately, I felt like it was time to get up, so I crawled out of the comfy blankets. "Where's your bathroom?" I asked embarrassingly. 
                          
"Right next to my room, to the right," Colby chuckled. When I came back from the bathroom, Colby wasn't there anymore, but a camouflage hoodie lie on his bed. I assumed it was for me, so I threw it on. Here's what I've been dreading: meeting the roommates.