amour plastique

10

"What happened Brynn? Please tell me." Hudson asked as I sat in his car, in silence.

He sat in the drivers seat, looking at me in the passenger seat.

I stood quiet, staring straight ahead onto the street beyond the windshield.

"I can't help you unless you tell me."

We were parked on the side of a random street.

"Samuel."

"Samuel? Who's Samuel?" He asked with confusion laced in his words.

A tear left my eye and I looked down.

"My old foster brother."

"What about him?"

"He.. He hurt me a few years ago, Hudson." I wiped away the tear that fell.

"Hurt you in what way?" He paused, coming to a realization. I looked at him, with tears blurring out my vision.

"Fuck, Brynn. I'm so sor-"

"And then your friend tries to do the same to me, tonight." I fake smiled in pain.

He looked at me, and an expression of confusion overtakes him again.

"It was Adam, by the way." I chuckled and looked down again.

"That son of a bitch." He hit the steering wheel, causing my attention to fly over to him.

"It's okay. I've been through worse."

"Worse? Brynn, you don't deserve to be treated with disrespect in any fucking way. Rape? What else?"

"You may have not asked me, but you probably thought of why I was in foster care. The reasons is, because when I was born, my mother died. I caused her death because she wasn't strong enough to go forward. My dad blamed me, and let me know how much he hated me every day of his life. I was abused in the worse ways, Hudson. I still have faded scars of his broken beer bottles' scratches. My teacher one day in freshman year, saw my bruises and cuts. She called social services, and I was taken from my father's care. Ever since then, I've been on the move. No where to call h..home." I croaked, explaining my life story to someone I didn't know I could truly trust. At this point, what did I have to lose?

I looked up and saw that Hudson had a tear in his eye that was forming. He pulled me into his grip and hugged me.

"You're safe now."

I responded by hugging him back. This felt, good.

"I have no family, or true friends. I'm alone."

"You have me now." He broke the hug and looked me into the eyes. He looked stressed, tired, and wait.

I put my hand onto his face, where it was visible in the moonlight. There was a bruise that was fading away, but still pretty visible.

"What happened to you?"

"It's nothing." He looked away and brushed me off.

"Come on, Hudson. I just spilled my whole life story." I wiped my remaining tears away.

He took a deep breath and clenched his jaw. His hands were on the steering wheel, and he was gripping it tightly.

I put my hand onto his, and looked at him.

"I heard that day you came over, that it was someone who was a piece of shit."

"My dad." He looked back at me.

"He hurts you? For what?"

"It's crazy that I'm about to tell you this." He chuckled.

"Why is it crazy?"

"The only person who truly knows is Josh."

"I'll keep your secret." I held out my pinky.

"Pinky promise? What are we, ten?" He chuckled.

"You make it more of what it is."

"Fine." He put his pinky out and wrapped it around mine. We kissed our ends and broke away.

"My parents' marriage was arranged by both of my grandfathers for a business deal. They hate each other, but they can't divorce because of the deal. So my dad denies that I'm his son, meanwhile the paternity tests says otherwise. He has so many mistresses and has no care for my mother's feelings. She hates being embarrassed, and wants a good example for me. But, I am my fathers' son. He beats me, and I block him from my mother. I hate him, Brynn." Now he had a tear in his eye.

"Hudson."

"Please, no pity. I'll be fine."

"You could trust me."

"I know I could." He looked at me and smiled with closed lips.

"So, anyways. Why won't you let me follow you on Instagram?" He changed the subject.

"You don't want to follow me." I shook my head.

"Hate comments?"

"A lot."

"Accept me."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

I took out my phone and went onto Instagram. I looked at my requests and saw his page.

I hit accept, and now there's no going back.

"Please don't tell anyone my account, and please don't share anything." I begged him.

"You could trust me, Brynn."

He took out his phone, and guessing he went onto the app.

"Firstly, you look so happy and beautiful in these pictures." My heart did a flip.

"What the fuck." He scrolled.

"I told you." I looked down.

"Go fucking die you whore. You're the reason Sammy is in jail. Hope you actually get raped? What the fuck are these comments? Why would someone be this cruel? Who would defend a rapist?" He got annoyed and angry.

"These are the people I went to school with. They all said I lied just for attention and pity. Meanwhile, he threatened me! I was going to be adopted by that family, and he told me to shut up about it until the papers are final so I could be his doll for a longer time. I had to speak up!"

"You're the victim and survivor here, Brynn. These people who are defending him are sick! Don't let them get to you! You are a beautiful girl. You didn't ask for it, he is the predator here."

"It just, hurts."

"I know it does, sweetheart. It will get better."

"And it will get better for you too." We locked eyes.