amour plastique

17

HUDSON'S POV

"Where's Brynn?"

"Have you seen Brynn"

"Hey, have you seen Brynn?"

I kept asking the same question all night, because Brynn was no where in sight. I began to get worried, that maybe something happened to her.

"Have you found her?" Andrea shouted over the loud music.

"No! Where the hell is she?" I shouted back.

"I don't know, Hudson! That's why I'm asking you!" She got annoyed.

My phone buzzed and I saw that it was a text message from Brynn.

1:07 AM
sweetheart / hey, come outside.

"She just texted me! She said she's outside."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Andrea groaned.

"I'll go get her, you stay with Josh." I told her and she nodded. I walked out the backdoor and into the backyard. There were few people out here; those who were smoking, those who were making out by the pool, and those awkward kids who were probably on a first date.

I took out my phone and texted her again,

1:10 AM
me / Wya?

1:10 AM
sweetheart / the swings

I walked to the swing set and saw her on the swing, pushing herself.

She changed, and was now wearing ripped jeans and a white wife beater cropped top. Her hair was up in a bun, and she looked stunning as always. But I was annoyed at how she could just walk off like that. We've been looking for her for the past 15 minutes, when the whole time she was here.

"Where the hell were you? We've all been looking for you, but you were here the whole time? What the hell Brynn. You can't be stupid right now."

She looked to the ground and continued to lightly push herself.

"Are you going to answer me?" I got annoyed now. The alcohol was getting to me and I could feel it. I either get rude or sulky when I'm drunk.

"Samuel is being released and I don't know how to feel."

Oh shit.

"Didn't he-"

"Yup."

"What the fuck? If that motherfucker tries to come for you, I will fucking beat his ass until he can't see nor walk!"

"Hudson."

"Who the fuck does he think he is? Who the fuck does the justice system think they are?"

"Hudson."

"I'm so fucking serious right now. Fuck them."

"Hudson." She got up and touched my hand.

I looked down and saw her small hand cradling my larger one.

"Relax."

And that's exactly what I did. How the fuck does she do it?

"I'll be fine."

I looked her into her hazel eyes, that told me the truth; she was broken.

I grabbed her into my embrace and hugged her. She hugged me back and my tenseness slowly faded.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just had a lot to drink." I sighed breaking our contact.

"It's okay Hudson. I get it."