Page 4 of Breaking Hudson

“I’m going to break you of that one day, love,” he says as he sets my bag on his bed and walks to the bathroom. When he returns, he gestures for me to come with him. I sigh and go into the bathroom. Being distracted by the fact I’m about to get naked with my best friend is oddly nice for what I’m about to have to explain.

When I get to the bathroom, he tells me to undress and get into the shower before leaving the bathroom to gather clothing for us. I do as he says and get in. The warm water temporarily soothes me and I relax a bit.

A few minutes go by, and I scream when a hand touches my waist. I spin around and Hudson immediately hugs me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have warned you before,” he says softly.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that. I knew you were coming,” I mutter.

“Let’s do this. Close your eyes and talk. Focus on whatever you have to, but let me take care of you, okay?” he asks. “Also… you understand that showering gets rid of evidence, yes?”

“I can’t go to the police. I think… I think one of them is dead,” I admit softly.

“Okay. Just close your eyes and talk,” he says.

“Okay,” I say with a sigh before closing my eyes. “I got off the phone with you and was walking home. I have never walkedthrough the sketchy part of town at night before, but I just wanted to go home. I walked down the alleyway between some random business and a restaurant. There was a noise, so I ended up hiding. These people came out, and there were three men, and this one guy was on the ground. They were talking about how he owed them money or something, I guess. One of the men shot him and I screamed. I was trying to keep quiet, but it stunned me for a moment. I stood up and backed away, but I was too scared to turn and run. They spread out and got to me fast… The guy with the gun put his revolver under my chin and basically told me that if I didn’t want to die that I needed to suck his dick. I… he pulled the hammer back. I was scared out of my mind, so I just… did what I was told. He took over immediately though and was violent about it. I kept gagging and trying to pull away because I knew I was about to throw up, but he wouldn’t stop. Even when I did throw up, he still didn’t stop. It came out of my nose and everything… Once he finished, the other two guys forced me to lay on this crate thing. They were making bets that they could make me have an orgasm. Two of them held me down while the guy who bet he could started… eating me out… that was the most disgusting feeling. One man took to forcing himself down my throat while the other guy put on a condom and raped me… I must have blacked out or something because I don’t remember most of it. After they raped me, he pulled me up to stand and I immediately threw up all over him. He got pissed and slapped me. When I stumbled back, I ran into this pile of trash. I felt around to see if I could get anything to defend myself, and I found something that felt kind of like a board. When he got close enough, I thought he was going to hurt me again… I hit him on the side of the head. I didn’t know there was a nail sticking out of it. I just wanted him to stop. I just wanted to go home… The nail stuck into the side of his head. Like his temple. He hit the ground, so I grabbed my bag and ran. Theyshot at me, but I got out of the alleyway before they could get to me. I just kept running until I got home. I got in the shower, but ended up sitting on the floor. That’s when I called you.”

Hudson doesn’t say anything for a moment. He is kneeled down, washing my legs, but he is tense. He is angry and it’s strange to see him like this. He is such a sweet and caring man. Even when he’s pissed off, I’ve never seen him like this. When he stands up, he hugs me. “I’m so sorry that happened, Colette,” he says softly.

“Thank you for coming to me,” I say when he pulls away.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, cupping my cheek. “You have fought me for a long time about moving in here. I’m not giving you a choice anymore. They will be looking for you, and I don’t want you alone. Okay?”

“That’s very possessive of you, Huddy,” I say with a small smile.

“I’ll accept it,” he chuckles before turning serious again. “No one hurts my girl and gets away with it. I promise you right now, they will pay for what they did to you. There is a lot that you don’t know, but it’s time that you find out.”

“I trust you,” I say.

“Tell me why you canceled on me. The real reason,” he says.

“I feel like it’s only fair, considering you just washed evidence of a gang rape off of me,” I say. “You went on a date last night and I didn’t want to hear about it. I’ve been trying to pull awayfrom you because I feel like you will never find happiness with a woman if I’m always around. It sucks, and I hated every minute of that, but you deserve all of the good things that the world has to offer. Having me around is making you miss out on things.”

“I didn’t go on a date last night, Cole. I was with Riley,” he smiles. “I never took you for the jealous type.”

“I don’t know who Riley is. Really, I don’t know who any of your friends are,” I say. “The last time you went on a date, I had to endure the conversation where you explained how you fucked her in the backseat of your truck. Maybe I am jealous. I know that it will never be me and I’m only getting in the way.”

“Back up,” he grins. “Did you just say that you want me to fuck you in the backseat of my truck?”

“I… I’m not going to answer that,” I say as a blush heats my cheek and I drop my head. He gently lifts my head and he’s still smiling. “If you are about to make fun of me, please don’t.”

“Why would I make fun of you for liking me?” he asks simply.

“Because we are too totally different people. You are a big muscly jock and I’m a tiny little nerd with a big ass,” I say, and he laughs heartily.

“We are more similar than you think,” he says. “We listen to the same kind of music. We play the same kind of games. We enjoy the same movies. I mean, yeah, I own a gym, but I don’tunderstand what that has to do with the dump truck you’re carrying around.”

“Dick,” I laugh and hit his arm. “I just mean that I’m not your type.”

“What is my type then, Colette?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised.

“Blonde, pretty, outgoing, big tits, big ass, and a small waist,” I say. “That’s literally what all of your ex-girlfriends look like."

“Describe yourself like that,” he says.

“I’m quiet, anxious, a bit ugly, and fat,” I say.

“You are quiet, yes, but there is nothing wrong with that. You have anxiety, but so do I. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there,” he says before stepping closer and gently grabbing my chin so I can’t look away from him. “If I ever hear you degrade my best friend again, I’ll tickle you until you pee yourself. Got it?”

“Good thing I’m already in the shower,” I smile softly.

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