Enigmatic ✔

5|Why?

Stella

"The least you can do is extend gratitude" I tell Hudson who was driving. Once we got out of the police station, he and I had an agreement about who would drive, he refused to let me drive him, and I, who was very okay with the traditional way of life, didn't bother objecting.

"What for?" He questions. You feel sorry for a person and help them only to be treated this way, what a cruel world we lived in.

"I would like to think I played a huge part in the officer letting you go, I mean I did tell him you were not responsible for the crime against that poor teacher along with telling him that the way he was handling the situation wasn't right"

Hudson said nothing for a while. He just continued driving until he was at a stop sign he turned to me, "Why would you do that?" He asks. I could tell he was confused but how could I explain it to him, the way father was handling the situation was completely incorrect, and I was not going to stand for it.

"Because..it was the correct thing to do, it would be unfair if you had to suffer for something you didn't d-"

"No, your father put you up to this" He cuts me of. How rude. Didn't he get how a conversation was suppose to work?

"Oh, for God sakes Hudson, spear me these accusations, my father does not even know that I am here, let alone, here helping you and I frankly, do not care for your trust or not, I know what I stand for" I tell him, honsetly.

This was not going to work, I couldn't possibly continue to help my father take down Hudson when I am convinced he did not do it, even though Hudson was ill-mannered, I doubt he was a murderer.

"The people of this town are nothing but idiots" Hudson mumbles. "Fucking idiots"

"Hudson" I scold him. "If you could please not converse with me with the aid of expletives that would be very much appreciated, thanks"

"You don't care for my trust, I don't care about your feelings either" He responds. "I'll swear if I want to Burman"

"I have a first name you know" I tell him but he just continues to stare through the glass not giving me the time of day.

After driving for a while he turns off into a street, he's going the wrong way, "Why are we-"

"I'm dropping myself home" He sates.

"Hudson, if I could please finish my sentences whilst I'm speaking that would be great"

"Why should I listen to you ask, what I already know your gonna say?"

"It's being polite"

"I'm sorry, do I strike you as a polite one?" He questions.

"Of course not" I answer.

"Good" Is all he says.

"You know you don't have to be rude all the time, right?"

"Really, I didn't know" The sarcasm was dripping off his tongue at his response. "And this is not being rude"

Instead of continuing this conversation with Hudson, I turned around in my seat and started staring out the window.

"Queen Elizabeth, are you by any chance, tired of me?" Hudson chokes out a laugh.

I don't answer. I don't grant him the satisfaction.

"Good, maybe now you can actually leave me alone" His tone changes back to normal.

I wasn't one for shouting but Hudson has pushed way too much of my buttons, "I was trying to help you, you imbecille!, that's what I have been trying to do"

"Don't remember the part where I asked for your fucking help" He replies, I didn't even bother acknowledging the swearing I just continued to put him in his place, "I would've never helped you in the first place if I knew you would be like this, the people of this town are right, maybe the prison is were you actually belong"

Hudson looked shocked, he looked dissapointed. He. Looked. Angry.

"Well maybe they are" He adds, gripping onto the steering wheel. "Maybe, you just helped a murderer escape the law"

"Give it a rest Hudson" I tell him. "You are not the killer, why are you set on everything thinking you are?"

"You think I like the label? I'll never get to be a normal teenager ever again, when I go to school, everyone but my actual friends, walk so far away from me, waking up everyday wondering if today will be the day this town strikes as all of them have already turned against you, and for what? superstition. I'm angry because people are so dumb and I'm sick of fake people Burman, so I don't want any pretenders in my life"

Hudson hadn't realized it but, he just indirectly told me he didn't kill his parents.

"Hudson, I want to help you, as I said before I don't fancy injustice"

"Is that what your father programmed you to say?"

"Look" I sigh. "I understand why you would my father is behind this-"

"Oh do you?" He says. Sassy.

"It may have started as such but it is not there now" I tell him, confessing my sins, I fear it's the only way he'll trust me.

"I knew it" He says turning another corner before he stops in the driveway, between two houses.

He turns to me, "I don't believe you Stella and you haven't made my life better getting me out of that cell you've made it worst, so why would I thank you?"

"You are right Hudson, I've done nothing but made your life worse then, I apologize then, I must be on my way" I tell him. "But even if you don't want me to provide assistance, somebody else out there will most definitely be able to help, let them"

"Why do you care so much about whether or not, I'm locked up?"

"If your locked up, you'd be throwing your life away"

"But it's my life to throw" He tells me, his mood softening.

"You don't make the best decisions" I respond, I could feel myself softening up also.

"Bye Burman" He says, getting out of the car.

"Farewell" I reply getting out also to go around to the driver's seat.

Hudson doesn't move as yet and once I'm about to open the car door, he gently pushes me against the car, standing at a very close position, his hand resting on the roof of the car above my head, "Thank You" he breathes before walking away.

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