Back to You: A Hudson Family Series- Book 1- Synclair and Reece (2 page)

“Okay, Reece,” I vowed. “I’ll stay here and then we can talk about us.” I hoped I sounded more positive than I felt. He grinned at me and pulled on his jeans and sweater. Man, he was impressive, from the tussled black hair to the blue Vans that matched his navy sweatshirt. He kissed me on the forehead, grabbed his backpack and walked out. I was certain it was fine, we were going to talk about us being real.

Suddenly I froze why would we need to talk about being real? Weren’t we already real? If not, what the hell were we?

I elected to take a shower. Maybe he had misspoken. I quickly shampooed my hair and tried not to acknowledge the places that were still tender from last night. I struggled to forget his comments that seemed to on replay in my mind. Real, real, real… My mind kept coming back to it. His friends busting in, the shocked looks on their faces to see us in bed together, their smirks and grins.

I recalled the angry way he looked at them. What did he need to wrap up with them? Why did that come before our “talk”? I wished to trust Reece, I actually did. I wanted to remain in my tiny dorm room consisting of a bathroom, twin-size bed, and a dresser, but I suddenly felt closed in.

Something was wrong, I didn’t want to see it but something was off and I needed to discover what it was. Why did he want me to not talk to anyone till he got back? What would someone tell me that he didn’t want me to hear? I felt awful for challenging his motives, but I was finding it tougher and tougher to reject the red flags all around me. If I was mistaken, I would beg forgiveness, if I was right, I would rip Reece limb from limb like only a street rat could.

He had never seen the street side of me, I was edgy sure, but he had no notion how much of a scrapper I could be. I craved to be better for him, someone worth his time, now I felt like maybe I had made a mistake. What if Reece was telling his friends he banged the loner chick in English Lit? What if they were all laughing right now?

I didn’t think, I jumped out of the shower, toweled off and threw my unruly mane into a loose ponytail. My jeans, bra, shirt and shoes followed. I didn’t bother with make-up, what would be the point? The light freckles that peppered my nose weren’t going anywhere. I took a brief glance in the mirror. I absolutely wasn’t going to win any beauty contests today. Standing at 5 foot-nothing, I was clearly on the shorter side, throw in the boobs and hips and I obviously didn’t fit Seventeen Magazine’s waif thin model look.

Forcing myself away from my reflection I grabbed my keys and went off to discover the truth.

It didn’t take long to get to the cafeteria, it was in the student Union in the middle of campus. I stepped up to the giant glass doors. I knew the table that Reece and his friends always sat at. It was near a large set of open windows. It being April and the weather moderate, I knew those windows would be wide open.

Since it was Saturday, it wasn’t particularly busy in the cafeteria and I could hear Reece’s friends’ laughter from where I stood by the door. Walking around to kneel by the cement wall under the open window, making certain I was crouched down enough so no one could see me from the inside, I talked myself out of a full-fledged panic attack.

Why didn’t I just trust him? He had done nothing to make me not trust him. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. So I stood there in the warm Nevada sunshine and eavesdropped with my fingers crossed.

“Man, I have to say I had my doubts.” That was Ron, the trust fund baby that lived off the leftover cheerleaders that Reece cast aside.

“Seriously dude, I give you props, from what I saw today she has a fine rack underneath all those t-shirts.” That was Ryan. He was a blond, California surfer type. He held his own in the getting females department but his sentences usually started with dude. I have to admit the thought of Ryan thinking about my boobs made me want to throw up.
Just ewww
.

“Shut up.” I heard Reece say. He sounded furious, but about what?

“Come on Reesy, take the money, your earned it, you won. Now you can dump that skank and come to the bonfire tonight with me.”

I recognized that voice, I knew that plastic, Barbie bitch. She was in my English literature class with Reece, she was constantly throwing me dirty looks. Her nails were always perfectly French manicured and her blond Barbie hair and blue eyes were always perfectly done up. Fuck, I detested this chick. She just called the man, I thought was special, Reesy! She gave him a pet fucking name? Really, I wanted to cut her, severely. I was so pissed off at Barbie that I almost missed the most significant element that came out of her mouth. Reece won? Won what? What was the game? And why was he now free to dump me?

These were great questions, but before I could even wrap my mind around it, I was being pelted by water. Shit, the sprinklers. Who the hell sets off sprinklers at noon on a Saturday? I shrieked when the unrelenting stream hit me square in the face. Jumping up from my crouched position I came face to face with green eyes. I instantly glanced from Reece to the table in front of him. Five hundred dollars in crisp one hundred-dollar bills lay in the center. His friends looked away.

It didn’t take a genius to put this puzzle together. Running to the pavement to get out of the sprinklers, I was met by a wild-eyed, breathing hard, panicked looking Reece, his guilty looking friends and a pompous looking Barbie.

Reece reached for me, his eyes looked anxious.  I evaded his hands and backed up. I knew I was soaked from head to foot. My wet clothes clung to me and I began to shiver but I couldn’t stop staring at Reece. I needed him to tell me it wasn’t true.

“I just need you to answer my questions, with a simple yes or no Reece.” I took a deep breath. I could do this, just lock down the pain like always and execute. Forcing my breathing to slow down and even out, I was about to ask Reece my first question when Barbie broke in.

“Reece doesn’t owe you any explanations, you were a bet. If he could get the girl with the crack whore momma into bed, he won five hundred bucks.” Barbie gloated.

I saw red and my vision dimmed as I shifted my attention to Barbie. So they all knew about my mom and my life? Fine, they wanted the street rat, I would give them all the street rat they could handle starting with Malibu Barbie.

“Amber!” Reece growled.

I put my hand up to silence him. I walked over to Barbie and smiled. That took the smug look right off her face. Instead, she looked puzzled.

Before she could blink, I grasped a handful of that blond hair and forced her head down while bringing my knee up. She cried out as her nose connected with my knee cap, but I wasn’t satisfied. This was what they wanted to see, right? With a hand still clutching her hair, I took my fist and smashed it into her stomach. While she was bent over sobbing, I whispered in her ear, “Yep, my mother is a crack whore, I did live in a hotel and you have no idea what I’m capable of.” I drove her back towards the guys. Their jaws were dropped as they looked from me to Barbie.

“You may need to take her to the wellness center before that bonfire, stud,” I said coolly. I was glad that I was able to keep my voice steady despite the chaos raging in my heart. At that moment, I knew I didn’t belong in college. I was the daughter of a wealthy woman turned crack whore, my father was an MIA douchebag and the only person that truly cared was Uncle Jack.

I had been an idiot to think that someone like Reece Hudson actually gave a shit. Apparently, my virginity had a price tag, and it was five hundred dollars. My stomach rolled when I thought about how three hours ago I thought Reece and I had a future; that someone actually cared about me. But that was ridiculous, and I blamed myself. Fairytales were for the Reece Hudsons and Barbies of the world, not street rats with crack whore moms.

Large steel bands wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground they hauled me against a rock-solid chest. I knew it was Reece. I needed to leave, I needed him not to touch me, I was going to break down and the fuck if I was going to cry in front of all of them. Arms that I had willingly gone to only hours ago, now caused me squirm to get away.

“Synclair baby stop.” He didn’t seem to notice I was getting him all wet.  He whispered to me like someone would talk to an injured animal. But I wasn’t wounded, I was fine, I was going to be just fine as soon I could get out of his damn hold.

“Let. Me. Go.” I ordered. I would have kicked him but his six foot-two frame against my five-foot one easily kept me up off the ground.

“I think she broke my nose, Oh my god, I want her arrested, call security I was assaulted.” Barbie squawked. I had to grin; her face was a wreck with her mascara streaked down her face. Reece’s friends were putting ice from the Lunchroom on her nose and trying to soothe the whiney bitch.

“Come on Amber, it’s not broken, let’s just get you home and get you cleaned up.” Keyvin soothed.

Amber a.k.a. Barbie was having none of it. By now we had attracted a nice crowd. I smirked at my handiwork. No, violence didn’t fix things but there were occasions when you just had to smack a bitch.

“Reece don’t let her leave.” Amber- Barbie ordered Reece while working to stem the blood pouring out of her nose. I wondered how long it would take for her to bleed to death from that. I laughed, if there were popcorn and soda available I might just watch that show.

“You’re a witness and I am calling campus security.” She droned on in her standard high-pitched drama.

“Don’t be dramatic Amber, and I have no intention of letting her go,” he told Amber -Barbie. Without even letting my feet touch the ground he whirled me around and used his enormous hands on my arms to keep me in place.

I let all the anger show in my eyes. I wanted him to see he didn’t hurt me, couldn’t hurt me. I would let myself be crushed later when there wasn’t a crowd when I could be alone.

“What’s the matter, Hudson?” I knew he despised it when I called him by his last name. “Afraid if you let me go I’ll kick the shit out of the star athlete on game day?” It was all I had. I wasn’t lying, I was torn between hoping he let me go so I could run away and lick my wounds, and breaking his 3 point throwing arm so he couldn’t play in the game tonight.

“Stop it Synclair, this isn’t you. I realize I hurt you, I can and will explain it. But you need to calm down.” He informed me getting nose to nose with me.

Now I was pissed all over again, my anger threatening to push to the surface again. Why was I fighting my own anger here? There was no reason to hold back my street tendencies. I didn’t need to try to be worthy of him, I didn’t need to fit in here.

Apparently, I was the fraud. These people were exactly who they always had and been and would always be. I was the one struggling to avoid where I came from, or let’s face it, where I was still at. It was time I accepted who I was and stopped making apologies for my life.

“That’s where you're mistaken,
Hudson
.” Reiterating his last name. “This is me, I am the daughter of a crack addict, she does sell herself for cash and I’ve had more step daddies then you’ve had panties thrown at you, I have never lived in a home, it has always been motels, this dorm is part of my scholarship and it’s the first time I’ve had a roof over my head that didn’t depend on my mother’s boyfriend or how much she made last night.” His eyes narrowed with concern, and then I saw pity. I hated pity, but I didn’t stop, I wanted to him to know it all, for him to see all the ugly.

“I am from the streets and on the streets, the only thing people recognize is violence and power. So yeah, this is me, telling you to PUT. ME. THE FUCK. DOWN.” I screeched the last part.

He didn’t let me go, he didn’t even blink. He groaned and his face looked like someone had just run over his puppy. I had zero sympathy, nada, none. He could take his “poor me” look and shove it up his ass.

I peered over Reece’s shoulder and saw campus security walking towards us along with two police officers. Apparently, I was more like my mom than I realized, I was about to be arrested and thrown in jail. Damn.

Reece took my distracted silence as me settling down. He set me down tenderly and took one large palm and placed it on my cheek. I willed myself not to cry. The man who had just betrayed me didn’t match the man lovingly stroking my face. Stay hard, I warned myself, he’s a phony and a schemer. It suddenly dawned on me that Reece was just like my mom. He had humiliated me, hurt me, assured me that he cared for me, and now would employ whatever words he could to persuade me that his assholery wasn’t what it was. But I was finished being used, laughed at, and manipulated. Looking up into those tender eyes that I once dreamed I could get lost in, I brought up my knee and racked him as hard as I could between his legs.  I stepped back as he crumpled to the ground.

Immediately, I was seized by one of the police officers. “Hands behind your back. Oh shit, Syn? Syn Patrick?”

Damn, it was bad enough I was going to get arrested, but I was going to be arrested by the same cops that arrested my mother again and again. Worse than that, he called me Syn. Syn was my nickname around my mom and everyone on the streets. When I had got to campus, I introduced myself as Synclair. I wanted to be different than the street rat I have
always been characterized as
.

“Yeah Donny, it’s me.” I actually felt ashamed. Donny was about 50 years old and had once told me he had a daughter my age and a boy just a bit older than that. If he was the one called to evict us from a hotel, he always let me gather my own things and if he saw me walking home late at night he would always pull over and give me a ride. A nice man, with greying hair and warm brown eyes, he had always been good to my mom and me. Now I felt like I had let him down.