Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

I wake up with a jolt, screaming, pans clattering. My heart and lungs burn with fear..shit shit shit..he's here..

"Darcy, I'm gonna chew this cunts cock off and staple it to his fuckin head if you don't get your sorry arse down here NOW!!!"

I flop back on my bed recognising Caras voice and my panic oozes from my body, but that was short lived as another clatter of cookery utensils reminds me that Cara has most definitely stumbled across the hungover cock that was in our living room...without another thought of what I was wearing or what I looked like, I sprung down the stairs and into the kitchen..I couldn't help but laugh and what I was seeing..so I did, I full on pissed myself. Clearly neither the Neanderthal that was being pinned on the floor or the best friend that was straddling his chest with a spatula in one hand raised to rein down another blow found this shit as funny as I did.

"For the love of fucking god Darcy, can you remove this bitch from me and lock her away!"

THWACK....strike one

"Darcy for fucks sake, don't just stand there...get the fuck over here now!"

THWACK....strike two

"You pair of fucking bit-" I snatched the spatula from Caras hand and turned to the hazy green eyes glaring at me from my kitchen floor,

"If you really wanna see where strike three will land you, finish that fucking sentence......no? Good, Cara get off the poor sod"

I helped Cara up, but not before she gave him a sly kick to the ribs, if he wasn't hungover I'm sure this would have ended differently. Usually I have no sympathy for a self induced, comatose state, so why did I feel pretty fucking sorry for Hudson.

"Darcy, I came home to grab my yoga shit as I have a class in twenty at Steeles, I will cancel though.." I cut her off, she needed yoga, it helped her 'de stress'..she really needs her money back!

"No, you go Car..I'm a grown girl, I've got this. I will see you at lunch." She looked hesitant, but I winked and gave her honest eyes, she bought it and left with her stuff, not before I heard her curse at stepping in something outside, most likely more of Hudson's stomach lining.

I walked back into the kitchen to find Hudson sitting up against the fridge with the carton of OJ in his hand...shit..fuck..fuckityshit...I'm way out my comfort zone here. Don't overthink this, shit..what do I do? His voice broke me out of my panic,

"Come sit with me Darcy, please?" It wasn't followed by a smart remark or something crude, only laced with honesty. Aware I was in a top that was baggy but reached mid thigh I sat as gracefully as I could against the cupboard opposite him. He wouldn't look at me, he hung his head down looking at my kitchen floor, which was littered with kitchen utensils that were getting their first look at daylight. I had to speak, the silence was deafening.

"You gonna be replacing my OJ? Or just gonna drink almost all of it and put it back in the fridge empty like most me- shit..Hudson you're bleeding!" The puddle that was forming between his knees where his head hung was dripping from his face..I crawled to him and yanked his head up and trained my eyes on his chin, she'd really got him hard, I reached over him to grab a cloth and dabbed it on his chin, I grabbed his hand to hold it in place while I ran upstairs for the first aid kit Mrs W made sure we had..bet she never thought I'd be using on her son..