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But First, Can I Fuck You?
PARKER
Hudson walks over to the couch and sits down, before rubbing his temples. There are dark circles under his eyes and he seems wary about something because he continues to shift uncomfortably.
“I was at Food Co. and a guy kept following me,” I tell him as I walk over to the glass window and stare at the beautiful skyline ahead. Like a sea of stars flickering in the night.
“And?” He sounds impatient.
“He asked me if I was still with you and I was surprised. Why would a stranger do that?”
I’m not expecting him to answer, I’m just airing out my thoughts, but he stands up and starts to pace.
“And?”
I turn around to face him. “Someone called me the night I left you during Spring Break. That’s when all of this started. You’re standing there and looking at me as if I have an idiot sign plastered across my forehead, but none of this is normal. Is it normal for you? That someone is possibly watching me? You? Us?”
“What did he look like?” he asks blankly.
“I don’t know!” I snap. “He had a hood on, dressed up like some psycho.”
“Well, how do you expect me to do anything if you can’t describe him?” he asks in a curt tone.
“Right, it’s my fault that some woman was calling me and telling me weird shit about you!” I can’t keep the anger inside of me anymore. “It’s my fault a weird guy followed me in the store. It’s not bad enough that I had to see this!” I hold up the envelope, the tears threatening to break free.
His mouth sets into a hard line and he runs a hand through his hair. “What is that?”
“You want to know? You should really get an award for this one!” I hiss as I rip open the flap of the envelope and throw the photos at him.
I keep the psychological evaluation report away because I don’t feel like it’s something to be discussed right now.
Hudson bends down to pick the photos up and immediately his expression falls when he scans them. “Where did you get these?”
I sit down on the couch and instead of answering his question, I ask, “Who is she?”
Hudson comes over to where I am and stands above me, gripping the photos in his fist. “Where did you get these?”
“Who is she?” I repeat, staring defiantly into his dark, green eyes.
“Parker, where the fuck did you get these?”
“Hudson, who the fuck is she?” I can play this game as long as he wants.
He leans into me and grabs my arms. “She’s dead!” He shouts, his anger vibrating between us as his hands start to shake. “She’s fucking dead. We were together a while ago. Way before you.”
“I don’t believe anything you say, Hudson. I don’t know what to believe,” I tell him as the tears roll down my cheeks.
He loosens his hold on my arms and presses his forehead against mine. “Then I can’t convince you any other way,” he whispers. “For fucks sake. I’m not doing anything behind your back, Parker. I swear.”
I shake my head. “I think we had enough of this drama, don’t you? Maybe we’re not meant to be together, Hudson.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t leave me,” he says, slipping his large hands around my shoulders. “Please, don’t do this to me.”
“I’m hurting myself by staying,” I tell him, and the bile rises in my throat.
“But I can always make you feel better, baby. I love you, Parker. You’re so fucking beautiful and smart,” he says cupping my face and lifting my head so that we’re eye to eye.
