amour plastique

05

HUDSON'S POV

There's something wrong with this girl.

Broken recognizes broken.

I walked back into the pizza place and saw everyone laughing and talking.

"Did you apologize, pussy?" Adam asked me like I was a child.

"She wasn't outside." I lied, just so I could get them off my back.

He shrugged and went back to conversing with Matthew. Out of everyone here, I trust Josh the most. I've known him before he came to this school in sophomore year. I just had to move after eighth grade due to my dad's job.

"You good man?" Josh asked me in a quiet voice.

"Yea. Just tired." I nodded.

"Two large pies." The waitress came in with another man holding the other pie.

My mood instantly changed and I stopped caring about Brynn.

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Once we were all done eating, we said our goodbyes and I walked to my car. My car was a beauty, since it was a 1965 Ford Mustang Convertible in dark blue. I got it for my sixteenth birthday, one of my best gifts, and I've always wanted one since I laid eyes on it when I was 12.

I drove back to my house with the music of The 1975 playing smoothly in the background.

I arrived to the house, and when I walked in, loud voices carried throughout it.

"You're such a fucking jerk, Lucas!" My mother's voice shouted.

"Can you relax?" My father scoffed.

"How can I relax? I just caught you again with another woman!"

I began to walk up the stairs, towards the yelling.

"Then divorce me. Oh wait, you can't. Seems like we're both trapped." My father laughed.

"I hate you so much! Hudson is the only good thing that came from this stupid arrangement!"

"That piece of shit you call a son? Oh please, you trapped me into having him, with that one night stand. You think I love you or him? Tanya, I already had a family, but you ruined that for me! It's your fault that my father chose you over Melanie."

"Are you fucking serious?" I stepped in, angry.

"Hudson." My mother gasped.

"No mom, don't worry. This piece of shit should just leave if he hates us so much. Grandpa did make a mistake, because I know damn well that my mother doesn't deserve this kind of treatment from a dumbass like you." I spat at my father.

His fist connected with my jaw, and made me fall to the floor. I got up, with anger flowing through my blood.

"You son of a bitch!" I shouted then attacked my dad.

"Hudson stop!" My mom shouted, with fright in her voice. But I couldn't stop. He causes my mom and I so much pain, with his verbal and physical abuse.

I finally got off of my dad, and there was already a black eye, and a few bruises forming on his face.

"Get out."

I turned to my mom and saw her with tears in her eyes. It's too bad that my mom is already too attached to this man, even after everything he does to her. It's like some kind of latch she can't let go of. But I don't give a single fuck about this pathetic man. He may be rich, pay for the bills, get me what I want, but it's all an act for his reputation.