I thought my mom would shout at me.
"Mom! I'm sorry! I didn't know I was this hungry, I couldn't help it!"
My mom didn't scream. Instead, she let out a small, weary laugh.
"You said you didn't want dinner, and now you're sneaking around for snacks?"
She told me to go back upstairs, but as I looked at her, something felt wrong. Her step was heavy, her expression vacant and profoundly sad. She looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I figured she was just stressed, but a seed of unease planted itself in my gut.
I returned to my room, and Hudson and I shared the food in the dark, whispering and laughing softly until exhaustion took over.
I fell asleep quickly, but my dreams were vivid. I dreamt I was touching something incredibly soft, like velvet or fur, and I was smiling in my sleep, leaning into the sensation. But as the dream shifted, the softness turned into something firm, hot, and pulsing.
I stirred, my hand moving instinctively, gripping something thick and rigid. I felt a low groan vibrate through the bed.
I snapped my eyes open. The room was bathed in the grey light of 6:00 AM. I looked down and gasped. My hand was wrapped firmly around Hudson's erect dick. He was awake, his chest heaving, his eyes hooded with lust and restraint.
He had been trying to wake me up, trying to gently move my hand, but I had been clinging to him in my sleep.
My breath hitched. It was massive, straining against my grip, the skin hot and velvet-smooth. I remembered the feeling of him inside me from that drunken night, but seeing it feeling the sheer size of him in the daylight made my stomach flip. I found myself licking my lips, my gaze lingering on the vein pulsing beneath the skin.
"I'm sorry, Hud," I whispered, quickly pulling my hand away.
He had already pulled his trousers up, a knowing, crooked smile on his face. "It's fine... I know exactly what you're thinking."
He leaned in, his voice a low growl.
"I'll be back tonight." With a wink, he jumped out the window and disappeared into the morning mist. I lay there for a moment, smiling, my body humming with a sudden, sharp longing.
Then, the silence was shattered. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the house. It was my mother.
I rushed downstairs, my heart leaping into my throat. I found my father in the hallway, his face pale with terror, supporting my mother. She was doubled over, clutching her stomach, her face contorted in agony. She was in labor sudden, violent labor.
"Come hold her, I will go get the car" He said and rushed out.
The next few hours were a blur of sterile white walls, the smell of antiseptic, and the sound of monitors beeping frantically. I sat in the waiting room, my hands shaking, the image of Hudson's smile still fresh in my mind, now clashing horribly with the screams coming from behind the double doors.
I waited for hours. I waited for the sound of a baby crying. I waited for my dad to come out and tell me everything was okay.
When he finally emerged, he wasn't smiling. He wasn't holding a bundle of blankets. He was walking slowly, his shoulders slumped, his eyes red and hollow. He looked at me, and the expression on his face told me everything before he even spoke.
"The baby..." he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "The baby is a girl. She's healthy."
I felt a surge of relief, but it was short-lived.
"But your mother..." He broke down, sobbing into his hands. "We couldn't stop the bleeding. She's gone. She's gone."
The world tilted. The air left my lungs, leaving me gasping in a vacuum of grief. The woman who had just laughed at me for sneaking snacks, the woman who had looked so tired and sad the night before... was gone.
The joy of a new sister was instantly swallowed by a crushing, suffocating void. I collapsed onto the waiting room chair, the silence of the hospital feeling louder than any scream.
The days after the funeral were a blurry, gray mess. The world kept moving, but for me, time felt frozen. My house, once warm and full of life, now felt like a cold tomb. The air smelled heavy with lilies and the thick silence of a home missing its heart.
Then the baby came. My little sister was a tiny, screaming reminder of everything we lost. My dad was like a ghost, walking the halls with empty eyes. He couldn't even look at the baby without breaking. He couldn't be both father and mother while drowning in grief. So he hired a nanny to handle the baby and the house. I was left alone in my room.
For three weeks I stayed trapped in my bedroom. I waited for my phone to ring. I waited for a text from the girls I thought were my best friends anything like "How are you?" or "where have you been." But the screen stayed black. The silence hurt. It told me I was only liked when things were fun and easy, when there was gossip or a scandalous video. Now that I was broken, I was boring.
I only received a text from an unknown number, I knew it might me Zack but I didn't reply.
I spent my afternoons staring at the ceiling, seeing my mother's tired smile in the shadows. There was a deep, empty ache in my chest that sleep couldn't fix.
A sound came at my window I already knew who it was, Hudson always come through the window, that's funny, but I'm not sure. Only one way to find out.
I sat up fast, heart pounding. I pulled the curtains open. It was Hudson. He looked thinner, his jaw sharper, his eyes tired like mine.
"Hudson?" I let him in, I didn't want him here, I wanted to scream at him for leaving me alone for three weeks. "Go away," I sobbed, pushing his chest. "Just go away!"
But my strength gave out. I collapsed against him. He caught me, arms wrapping tight around me like an anchor.
"I'm so sorry, Irene," he whispered against my hair. "I'm so sorry you lost her. I wanted to come. I swear. But I heard your dad talking to the funeral guy. I didn't know what to say or how to help, so I stayed away."
"Where were you?" I asked, voice thick with tears.
"Squatting in an old warehouse by the docks. It's getting torn down soon, but it was the only place I could hide," he said. He wiped a tear from my cheek with his rough thumb. "Be strong, okay? For your dad. And for the baby… is it a boy?"
"A girl," I choked out as fresh tears came.
"She's a girl."
"Wow," he breathed. "Listen, I should go before—"
As he turned to leave, panic hit me hard. I couldn't face the silence again. I grabbed him from behind, arms tight around his waist, face pressed into his shirt.
"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me," I begged.
He stiffened. "Irene… I'll get you in trouble. Your dad…"
"It's all my fault!" I cried. The guilt finally exploded out. "She died because of me!"
Hudson turned, He held my shoulders and made me look at him. "Stop. Right now. This wasn't your fault, Irene. Don't carry that."
We stood there breathing together. The grief changed into something sharper and hungrier. I needed to feel something besides pain. I needed to be filled.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It was desperate, salty with tears, and wild. I pulled back for a second, looked in his eyes, then kissed him deeper, my tongue pushing into his mouth.
He stayed still at first, trying to hold back. His hands hovered near my waist.
"I have to go, Irene. Take care of yourself."
Ididn't let him. I slid my hand down and rubbed the big, hard bulge in his jeans. I gasped at how thick and hot his cock felt through the fabric. I stroked him, circling the swollen head with my palm.
"Hud… I can't forget that night," I whispered, voice needy and rough. "Please. I need you."
I licked his ear, teeth grazing his lobe. He groaned low and deep. His control broke. He grabbed my waist hard and kissed me back like he wanted to devour me.
He lifted me up. My legs wrapped around him. He slammed me onto the bed. Then he was on top of me, heavy and warm. He yanked my shirt up and attacked my tits, sucking my nipples hard, tongue swirling fast until I was sobbing and clawing his back.
He moved down, pushed my legs open, and slid two thick fingers deep into my wet pussy in one stroke. I gasped and bucked my hips. He pumped them fast, thumb rubbing my clit hard. I was right on the edge. Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking my dripping juices slow and deep. I screamed into the pillow as a hard orgasm tore through me.
When it faded, I grabbed his belt. I pulled his pants down. His big, veiny cock sprang out, thick and throbbing. I guided the fat head to my slick entrance, breathing hard, eyes begging him to fuck me.
But he stopped.
He froze, muscles tight. The lust in his eyes turned cold.
"Irene… stop," he said, voice shaking.
"What? No! Please, Hud, just fuck me!" I reached for him.
He pulled away fast, stood up, and started dressing. His movements were quick and distant.
"We're friends, Irene. We aren't even dating," he said flatly. "I can't do this while you're like this. I'm sorry."
Before I could say anything, he was gone, slipping out the window into the rain.
I lay there on the messy sheets, cold air on my wet skin. I felt even emptier than before. My body was still aching and unsatisfied.
Slowly I reached down between my legs. My own fingers rubbed my swollen clit, trying to finish. But as I touched myself, a sudden thought hit me.
I can't believe he still thinks we are just friends when he fucked me that night and did this to me, leaving me like this, fuck him!!