Just Let Go

Hudsons Past

Hudson's Past

"For the thousandth time Casey, no!" I stare down at my baby sister, well she's not so much of a baby anymore, she turned fifteen today. I'd spent the whole day lavishing her with all the shit girls of her age love, hair done, nails done, clothes and bags. I'd seen enough pairs of shoes to last me a fucking life time. But she was my baby sister and I loved her more than anything, hence why she was most definitely not coming with me to Sean's house tonight. Her stunning looks kept my over protective brother side busy, she was short like our mother but had our dad's natural blonde hair. Her green eyes matched mine but hers glistened like nothing I'd ever seen. Her downfall was her naïveté, she sees the best in everyone and everything. I've tried so many times to tell her that not everyone is as nice as me, she just thinks I'm being my usual wise ass self. She was a 'surprise baby'..our mother had been told she couldn't have more children after me, our parents were overjoyed, I was a ten year old boy who didn't give a shit, but from the moment our green eyes met I swore I'd always be there to protect her. I had done a pretty good job so far if I do say so myself. But I wouldn't always be there to fend the dogs that are men away, and that thought scared the ever loving shit out of me.
"Pleaseeeee Hudson, you know I will love you even more! C'mon you won't even know I'm there!" Casey widens her eyes in that way she does, but she hasn't got a hope in hell, my friends were fucking animals.
"Casey, I love you, I really do. But for that last time, no." Her whine went straight through me, but the fact I'd made her upset cut me like no other,
"So it's my fifteenth birthday, mum and dad are working and now you're leaving me for the evening too?!" Ma and pa worked their asses off in their bar, they really needed bar staff but were too stubborn to accept it, that would be our Texan side. We immigrated here when I was eight so I still had some of my folks Texan drawl, but Casey here spoke with a delicate British tongue. Woodstock took a while to start up but once the bikers found us, we couldn't keep them out. My parents really needed to invest in staff. I would offer but my Private Equity business was taking off and I needed to focus on that. The slamming of my sisters bedroom door brings me back to the here and now. Rolling my eyes, I grab the bag of bits I managed to purchase while Casey was having a Pretty Woman shopping moment and head upstairs.
"Go away.." Her stubborn reply to my knock goes unheeded as I stroll into her room anyway and jump on the bed next to her making her nearly roll off.
"Dont ya wanna see what goodies I got for you here." The shrug of her shoulders and lack of speech tells me I'm making progress. I rustle the bag to make my point. Her head turns towards me but is still covered in her hair making her look like something out of the Adams Family. Brushing her hair back away from her face I smile when our matching eyes meet.
"Mean girls and Bridget Jones, Doritos, Minstrels and popcorn...Ben and Jerry's cookie dough is in the freezer downstairs." I know it was a shitty substitute for me not being there, but I really needed out tonight.
"Look, Casey. I will try not to be home late and then I can join you..that is if you haven't put all that food away in your pot belly.." She had anything but, my family seemed to be granted with lean genes. I tickled her tummy as I knew she hated it.
"Hudson get OFF!!" I let up and gave her a brief smile of which she returned. Kissing her forehead I turned to leave,
"Love you bro," she calls as I walk down the stairs,
"Love you more sis"

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"Hudson!! Thank fuck your here, what took so fucking long?" Sean calls out as I make my way into his garden. I look around and see nearly a hundred people it seems. Sean came from old money and his house reflects it. The garden is manicured within an inch of its life and the bushes are sculpted to look like different shapes and size. It was too perfect..to prim. But Sean was my oldest friend and I promised I wouldn't let him down tonight.
"Just straightening shit out at home is all, where's the booze." Sean points to a table filled with every variety of alcohol. I make my way over and of course it's lavished with champagne and vodka seemingly tapped from Russia itself, but I opt for a simple beer.
"Of all the choices, you pick beer?" A soft voice croons from next to me. I glance up to find an attractive blonde with a figure to die for. With hair to her shoulders and a tight red dress on, my evening just brightened up a bit.
"What would you recommend?" I test the waters, wether I give her the time of day or not depends on her answer.
"I'm sure I've got tastier things on offer somewhere inside," Yep, the time of day it is. I follow her ass like a fucking pendulum, until it's knocked out of my line of vision completely. Some of the guys here had clearly been drinking for far too long and were causing trouble. I didn't recognise them, they weren't our usual crowd but I knew Sean had been branching out society wise. They were dressed like gentlemen but acting anything but. Not that I'm one to talk on that front, but getting aggressive with women was a line that should never be crossed. Helping hot blonde to her feet, I turn and glare at the drunken pricks,
"You all need to get the fuck out of here..Sean!? Please get these fuckwits out before they stop trashing your guests and start trashing your house.." Shaking my head at my dismayed best friend, I turn on my heel, hot blonde in tow and aim to find a room with a locking door.

Verity, as I've established hot blondes name is, has currently got her thighs wrapped round my face and her hands tugging my head. I was lapping up everything this bitch had to offer, and that was a lot. Getting lost in her wetness, I could hear shouting and smashing coming from somewhere downstairs, I didn't give a shit as I was currently occupied. But fuck me it was getting ridiculous down there. The shouting was getting louder and even more screams..this shit was putting me off my game. Guessing the drunken pricks had returned I untangled myself from Veritys thigh hold and did up by shirt,
"What the fuck is going on down there?" I question Verity who is regaining control of her breathing. The banging on the door behind me was the last fucking straw..I pull veritys dress down over her modesty and wrench the door open to find Sean's girlfriends in tears,
"Hudson..we've been trying to find you, calling you for ages.." Her sobs were coming thick and fast so I pulled her into my chest,
"What's happened? Calm down Hun...breathe and tell m-" Her screaming voice cut me dead,
"It's Casey, Hudson they've..we found her..she's.." Feeling my face pale, I shove her out of my way with more force than I should have..but if Casey was here and in trouble I needed to get to her. Running down stairs I see the look on everyone's faces, girls were crying and the guys were lost.
"Hudson! Over here.." I see Sean by the front door and run to him,
"Where the fuck is she, I told her to stay at home.." Sean's face was grim and his eyes filled with tears..I felt sick, something was wrong..more than wrong. Sean's hand pointed to my right, an ambulance and three police cars were parked down the road. I didn't even realise I was running until I crash into the police officer taping up around a lamppost.
"Son you can't be in he-" I rip out of his hold and over to the mass of paramedics on the floor..
No..no.
"Casey...." I whisper at the heap on the floor, her face barely recognisable apart for her green eyes. Those green eyes that shone brighter than anything were now glazed over and dead, staring into the dark sky above her. She's wearing the cream dress I bought her today, but it's ripped up her thigh, where blood now pools below her legs. Her exposed thigh lays at an obtuse angle covered in bruises. I cram my eyes shut as hard as possible, begging for this not to be my baby sister lying in a puddle of her own blood.
"Sir...SIR!?" The paramedic is talking to me but I don't hear words..
"My sister..my baby sister.." It's all a haze, I can't think, I can't function. I fall to my knees, next to a plastic bag. The plastic bag filled with all the goodies I'd bought for Casey, she'd brought them with her. She'd come for me.. Through my wracking body I register someone talking,
"....time of death 11.32pm..." Numb..that's all I feel.
I pull through the melee of paramedics, pulling the leeches away that were swarming my sisters lifeless body and pull her face to look at mine. Her hair was dirty, her face swollen and bruised. The blood stain on her dress and still limbs evidence of my sisters suffering. Her blood seeping into my clothes staining my soul with her lost innocence. She was gone, my baby's sister and my parents miracle baby was gone.

The arms wrapped around me did nothing as my lungs screamed to the heavens. This was all my fault.