A/N: Well, I realized that I defiantly duplicated Kolbie's birthday. The last story ended on her birthday and then this one picked up a week and a half later. So I have the plot all figured out, because I am a genius. Enjoy the chapter.
The party was over, well ending. People were starting to disperse and go home. There were a few presents on a table for her. One of them was from Mel it was a book on painting. Mel told her at the interview that she had raw talent, but she needed to have it sculpted. So she went and bought her a book; an expensive book at that. Mel was too good of a friend. She'd received some art supplies – lots of blank canvases, paint and brushes- and a gift card to some place to shop. Apparently, her style wasn't good enough for college, according to Jackie.
Kolbie brushed her hair from her eyes and laughed. "This is the best birthday ever," she commented as she danced with him playfully.
"Glad that we could be of assistance to you, Miss," he joked. The dark haired girl shot him a look. "What? You are old now." Kolbie swatted him and he laughed. "I'm kidding; you're as old as I am now." He danced with her for a moment and smiled. "It's not your birthday, love," he commented.
Kolbie laughed musically. "I know."
"So why did you play along? If you would have done that I would have had questions."
"You said you'd give me a party, so I just played along. It's on the same day as my birthday, just almost two months later." Kolbie smiled up at him. "It really means a lot to me that you would even go through this," she waved her hand around and smiled, "for me. So I just kept my mouth closed and played along. It's easier to do that with you."
The raven-haired girl smiled up at him. Her fiancé laughed at her and kissed her swiftly. "You are something else," he told her.
Kolbie shrugged and brushed her bang from her eyes. "Yes, I've been told that."
Wilbur looked as if he was going to say something; however his usually happy eyes went dark. Suddenly, he'd pulled Kolbie behind him and was holding her hand in his. He didn't speak for a moment, and she was to dizzy to say anything, so the two just stood in silence until Kolbie managed to get the world to stop spinning. When she looked over her lovers shoulder, she saw a very familiar red-haired girl, well woman, standing before them. Immediately, she took another step behind Wilbur so that she was completely concealed by Wilbur.
"What do you want?" Wilbur seethed.
"I'm not going to hurt you or your fiancée," Brandi replied stepping closer to the couple. Kolbie took a step back concealing herself even more. "I came to apologize."
Kolbie stopped and stepped from behind Wilbur. "What?" Half of her body was concealed by Wilbur's and the other half out.
"I came to apologize," Brandi repeated again. Kolbie could tell that the red head was resisting the urge to say something smart or speak slowly as if Kolbie were five.
"Why?" the betrothed girl questioned.
"Because I hit you," the girl said, looking away from Kolbie.
Kolbie blinked rapidly in confusion. She remembered that. She remembered Brandi attacking her. However, she'd never expected the red head to come and apologize to her. "Oh," was all she could manage for the moment. Wilbur looked down at his fiancée and then towards his past lover. "Well, I accept," the raven haired girl said.
"Well thanks," Brandi replied, "Happy birthday, by the way." Then the girl turned and walked away from the couple.
Wilbur and Kolbie stood and watched as the red haired girl walked away from them. Kolbie stepped from behind Wilbur, slipping her hand into his. There was something off about Brandi, a hardness of the eyes, or a firmness of the lip; she didn't know what it was. She couldn't tell, but she knew there was something wrong with that apology. It didn't feel right. However, the raven haired girl kept her mouth shut. Wilbur looked down at his fiancée and squeezed her hand once. Her grey eyes met his brown ones and then she flashed him a smile.
Wilbur pulled her into his chest and slipped his free arm around her waist. "You ready to go?" he asked her quietly. The raven-haired girl hummed and nodded. Wilbur kissed the top of her head and then responded, "Well then let's get out of here, love."
Once her few gifts were packed into the car, Wilbur leaned against the craft and watched Kolbie as she watched him. Her fingers gently played with the charm that he'd given her and sighed. Wilbur pushed off the craft and pulled a small charm from his pocket. He took her hand and clipped the new charm on to the bracelet and then dropped her wrist. He walked back over to the craft and opened the door. "Come on; look in the craft, eh?"
The girl looked up and walked to the craft, as Wilbur helped her into the vehicle, she stopped and looked at him, "I knew there was something else there's always something with you."
Wilbur laughed, leaned up to kiss her, and shut the door behind her. He then hopped into the craft, started the engine, and backed out of the space. Wilbur looked over at her as she examined the new charm. Her eyebrows were lowered and confusion etched her face. The dog charm rested on her index finger and she pushed it to her middle finger and then back to her index. Before he could say anything, she spoke.
"I don't understand," she stated, pulling her fingers from beneath the charm.
"What did you just say?" he questioned looking at the woman next to him.
"I don't understand?" the upward inflection meant a question.
"No, when you got into the vehicle," Wilbur said. He looked up in the rearview mirror and noted a black craft behind him, following close to him. He paid no attention to the vehicle behind him; he just figured it was a speed demon or something. So he got over into the far lane, but the craft didn't move any faster. Wilbur shrugged and turned his attention to his confused fiancée. "Before you said, there's always something else." He kept his attention on the road, but a small amount of it on the speeding craft beside them.
"Oh, okay, so there's something else," the woman said. "Can I guess?"
"You can but I won't tell," he told her. The black craft had disappeared from sight. "But, go ahead and guess."
"Is it another charm somewhere in the craft?" Wilbur shook his head. "Um, are you sure?" He nodded.
Wilbur's eyes were no longer on the road in front of him but on the road behind him. The black was gone and it gave him and uneasy feeling. With every upward inflection he heard, he shook his head or replied no. His eyes were on the road behind them still. Then he spotted the craft, speeding towards the craft. Before Wilbur could react, before he could even think about reacting the black craft rammed into them at full speed, causing the craft to spin. The metal at the back of the craft crunched loudly and Wilbur's foot slammed on the break. The brakes squealed. The sudden stop caused them to lunch forward. His arm reached out to hold Kolbie back, because she never liked to wear a seatbelt. He could see from the corner of his eye, blood on her forehead and a slight crack in the window. Before he could say anything to her, the black craft pulled into reverse and hit them again from the driver's side. More sounds of crunching metal greeted his ears, along with panicked screams from his fiancée. The car spun again and collided with a tree. The windshield shattered on impact and the glass cut at his face. There was a pain in his arm, his whole side really, but the concern was with Kolbie. Then the black craft was gone; leaving them alone in a mangled steaming craft, and Wilbur slipped into darkness.
Things were dark around him. Spots of white floated around the darkness. He groaned and blinked. He ran his hand down his face and a wet substance greeted his hand. He pulled his hand away from his face and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and there were three of everything. He groaned again and brought his hand to his face; blood covered his hand. He stared at his hand, his three hands, and waited for everything to stop moving. Then it did. His hand stopped moving and he could see how much blood there was. The liquid was dripping off his fingers and on to his leg. He closed his eyes again and groaned.
"Kolbie!" he said suddenly, sitting up quickly and opening his eyes. He got dizzy again, but it didn't matter. "Kolbie," he said again, reaching out to her. She was leaning against the window and her grey eyes were closed. Blood leaked down her face and arms. The window beside her was cracked and the side of her head was bleeding. "Kolbie, please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." He heard her groaned and watched her eyes flutter. "Kolbie, don't move," he said as he saw her reach up and try and touch her head. "Don't move."
"What happened?" she asked hoarsely.
"There was a black craft, I'm so sorry. I should have stop, I saw it," Wilbur said. It was finally starting to hit him that he had caused this.
"What are you talking about?" she asked again. Her grey eyes were unfocused when she opened them.
"The accident, I knew-" he stopped and watched her head loll back on to the window. "Kolbie, stay with me." But he was too late, her grey eyes were closed and her body was limp.
Then there was a siren. Wilbur sighed and squirmed uncomfortable. He hated feeling useless. So he waited as the sirens approached, keeping a watchful eye on the breathing of his fiancée.