Stella
I watched as the doctor carefully treats Hudson's face. He recieved a few stitches and is thankfully looking much better now.
"Thank You" I tell the doctor when he finishes his work on Hudson. After the doctor leaves, Hudson lays down on the bed using his arm to shield his eyes, the light from the ceiling was probably starting to affect him.
I walk over to the seat beside the bed and sit down. I hope my parents wouldn't question why I was at the 'library' for so long.
I don't know what to say to Hudson honestly. I want to ask him what happened but he really seems like he doesn't want to talk about it.
"Stella?" He calls.
"Yes?" I answer.
"Could you get me a bottle of water, please?"
I nod even though he can't see me and I go to buy the bottle of water for him rather than get the one they distributed freely, it tasted too weird.
"Here" I hand the water bottle to him.
"Thank You" He replies sitting up and taking off the cap before downing the water.
There's more scilence.
"If you want to know just ask Stella" He breathes. "Your scilence is deafening"
"You already know what I wish to ask Hudson" I say to him, getting off the chair to stand in front of him.
He looks down at the water bottle held in his hands. "Tell me" I urge him.
"The people in this town are on edge, I went to get some things at the supermarket, had a run in with some bikers"
The air leaves my body, "Why can't these stupid people just get that your innocent?!" I hardly yell, so the high tone of my voice surprises me. "This is absolute harassment, we're going to the police right now"
"No..Stella, just leave it, I barely even remember their faces and it's not gonna solve anything, it'll just create more distress and they won't stop until the real killer is found"
I look at Hudson, I wish I could do more to help him, is this what it's like to really care about someone?
"Hudson, this can't go on" I tell him.
"I know, but for right now, there's nothing we can do?"
"You just said the 'w' word" I point out.
"Yea, it's me and you in this" He says.
"That's good to hear, Hudson" I tell him.
He smiles, "What did the officers say?" He questions referring to my previous visit to the police station.
"Actually I had a talk with them, led them in the right direction, I hope we'll get some valuable information soon"
I really hope the police see that Hudson isn't to blame and they find some real evidence and the culprit real soon.
"Thank You, for doing that" He says.
"What is with you and sincerity today?" I ask as he's been doing quite alot of that today.
"Uh..." He starts. "Today I could've lost my life Stella-"
"Hudson, please don't say that"
"It's true, you realize I could have, they could've beat me to death it's the sad world we live in, so it's better to be grateful for what you have in present cause in a second you could lose it"
By this time I was sitting back in my chair, "I understand" I reply to Hudson's confession.
He sits on the bed grabbing his jacket and putting it on, there's something about Hudson in a leather jacket, it really communicates alot to me. My body of course just had to embarass me in this moment, my cheeks redden at the thought of my lubricating fluids beneath me.
"Are you okay?"
Why does Hudson always notice my uneasiness?
I nod not trusting my voice. Maybe I should try meditating and showering again.
You can't suppress for long
I think I hear Hudson say.
"What was that?" I question.
"I just asked if you were okay" He replies opening the water bottle again. "And have you seen my phone?"
"You left it back at your house, which we should be getting to so I could drop you off and go back home, my parents will not let me hear the end of it if I don't get home early"
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.After the doctor discharged Hudson, we were driving back to his house.
Hudson stretches for the radio and for some reason I thought he was going to touch my leg, the thought alone began to drive me insane.
Get
It
Together
Stella
The radio blasts through the car;
When raindrops fell
Down from the sky
The day you left me
An angel cried
Ohh she cried
An angel cried
She cried
@raindrops (an angel cried)-Ariana Grande
"Powerful" Hudson comments. "She's actually my celebrity crush"
"Well she's my wife" I tell him. I love this woman so much.
"Alrighty then" He chuckles.
One word. Afreakingriverisbeneathmenow.
I press on the gas even more now because I need to get Hudson. Home. I mean home. I need to get HOME.
I feel frustrated. Oh, how do you deal with stop something like this I needed to find a way to stop the way I'm feeling, get rid of it in fact I didn't want to have this feeling anymore-this human trait, I want to get rid of it.
Finally I was at Hudson's house. Thank the Lord.
"Gracias" Hudson says before getting out of the car and I speedily drive home.
There must be something I can do to stop this.
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