A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 7

I pull up to the school car park bang on 4:45. I run over to the pitch just in time to see Gemma score a goal.

"Yes Gemma, you got this!" I shout to her, she turns and waves to me, I return her wave as I walk over to Hudson's pitch. 

I see him kicking the ball towards a teammate and running round another boy on the opposing team. The opponent, however, decides he doesn't want Hudson running behind him so puts his foot out to trip him up. Hudson's rolling around on the floor, covered in grass stains. Fuck sake, I'm gonna have to try to get those out before our parents come home.

"What did you just trip me for? Wanker!" Hudson shouts as he gets up, walking towards the boy about to push him. Hudson is bigger than this other boy and will deck him in seconds.

"Hudson!" I shout at him, walking over to him. "What on earth makes you think you can use that sort of language?" I grab his arm to stop him from making his advancement.

"He tripped me! You just saw him do it! How can you think that that's okay!" He shouts in my face.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that, you don't use that sort of language on the pitch," He opens his mouth to back chat me. "Don't even." I say. "Go and finish your match off, there are another five minutes left, and if I see you try to get that kid back, I'll take your phone off you." He thinks about it for a moment, then walks back onto the pitch.

I stand at the side of the pitch, keeping an eye on him. With Hudson's pathetic effort, Gemma's match ends before Hudson's. She finds me watching Hudson like a hawk.

"Mummy said you were looking after me tonight." She startles me, standing by my side with her school bag and P.E. kit over her shoulders.

"Yeah, I think your Mum said that Daddy had to do something, so he couldn't come to get you," I tell her. 

She shrugs. "He doesn't have much time for me anymore, I don't know why he bothers." Her awareness shocks me. She really does know he can't be arsed with her. Poor kid, having a twat of a Father like that. 

"Well don't worry about your Dad tonight, we're going to eat leftover takeaway and watch movies with popcorn." I beam at her, "How does that sound?" 

Her eyes light up and she nods frantically as Hudson makes his way over to me, with a face like a smacked arse. 

"Hey, Mister," I say to him as he walks past me. "Firstly, you need to be on your best behaviour tonight, Gemma is coming home with us. Secondly, don't you ever speak to me like that again. I'm your sister, not your Mother, but I will treat you like a child if you act like one." 

"Okay." He shrugs his shoulders. "Just don't think it's fair that that kid thinks he can trip me and get away with it." He's going to be in a foul mood the rest of the day. 

"He's not gotten away with it, look." I point to where the referee is giving the child a good bollocking for tripping Hudson. "If there is someone else that can take charge, let them, it's not your place to take matters into your own hands. Understand me?" 

He nods and we walk to the car.

"Why's Gemma coming home with us today then?" Hudson asks me.

"Because my Dad hasn't got time for me," Gemma says before I can open my mouth.

"And your Mummy is very busy at work today so she couldn't make it in time to get you. I'll be sure to tell her you scored a goal though." I say cheerily, hoping to make her feel a bit better about her useless Father.

"Don't worry Gemma, our Mother and Father couldn't care less about us, that's why they're not here and River is," Hudson tells her. Well, it is the truth, so I'm not going to correct him. This seems to make Gemma feel a little better, she starts skipping back to the car, while holding my hand.