Dr. George Bartolomè

This man is someone who isn't to be messed with, he just saw right through me.

"How the hell..."

"Why don't we talk about it some else where." He continued dragging me to some place only god knows where.

We stopped right infront of some cafè, he ordered us coffee and just stared at me like a creep while waiting for our order.

Maybe i should start the talking.

"I won't ask again, how much do you know about me----about Hudson?"

He smiled and had this vivid look.

"I met him, about five years ago... a friend of him immediately sent him to me so i could treat him, because i'm a doctor. He was badly beaten up, specially on the ass hahaha!"

I glared at him, how is this funny?

And Hudson... beaten up?

"Why was he beaten up?"

"Oh, so you don't know about that? Hmm, he probably doesn't want you to know but it seems to me he's been selling himself to faggots."

W-What?!

"He... he has been having sex with a guy?" I asked.

Never thought that was possible! Sex between two guys, how is that gonna wo---i gasped as i realized that he used his ass for that shit. "That's sick!" I feel like i'm going to puke.

"Hahahaha!"

"It's not funny! How can you laugh at such stuff?! And Hudson selling his... i never thought he would go that far!?"

"Well, you shouldn't worry about it anymore. It's all over, and Hudson is already... dead, right?" He asked.

Somehow, what he said makes me feel worse. It was a bit hard to breathe with all the things he just said. "Yeah... but... no, he's not dead. I am Hudson."

"You're damn not him." He simply said.

Our coffee arrived and he calmly talked after sipping on his cup. "Hudson is a blonde guy with golden eyes, he also have a great stature and well built body... unlike you... you're petite, brunette, pale grey eyes... but it's impressive that you can fool people that you're a boy."

"And how did you knew i was---"

"I'm a doctor, don't underestimate my years of experience." Seriously, a guy like him is a doctor?

"You still haven't said it yet."

"Said what?"

"About the list, how did you know about it?"

"Ah, yes... i also learned about it when i was taking care of Hudson. I peeked onto his stuff while he was asleep, and it really surprise me to see that he killed a lot people."

"You're probably just the same..." this guy is so annoying! If i could just point my gun and kill him.

"Yeah, and i'm far worse than him. So, you call yourself Hudson now? What are you? The shadow he left? The person to finish the unfinished business?"

"I... i'm not..." my face started feeling hot.

Overwhelming feelings started to conquer me.

"It's really amazing of Hudson to have this kind of thing happen. So how does it feel being used by someone who's dead?"

"I'm not being used! Jerk!"

He sneered and his stare makes me feel like he can see through me. "But analyzing your situation, isn't it obvious that you are being used by Hudson? Why are you so devoted in doing what he didn't finished in the first place? You can always live your own life and forget about him?"

I've had enough.

I poured my coffee at him, and he was shocked and stared at me. He didn't even flinch from the hot coffee spilled all over him. "Does this satisfy you?" He asked in a monotonous tone.

I didn't bother answering and left him as he is.

I went home, feeling like shit.

That damn doctor's voice was still haunting my head. And it was like crap that has this toxic stench that won't go away no matter how much you clean it.

"Damn this! Damn you George! You fucking... you fucking BASTARD!"

I intentionally ripped off my teddy bear in pieces. Then threw all the fragile glasses and plates on the floor. And when i was too reach onto Hudson's picture, i stopped for a moment and stared at him.

I remembered all the time we spent together.

We were so happy...

You always smiled at me...

You... said...

"I love you, Olivia."



(Img: Hudson )

"Do you mean it, Hudson? Do you... even really love me? Or have you been using me all this time?" I ask his photo, i know it's stupid to ask it but i can't help myself.

Hudson... i miss you...

I...

I need you Hudson...

I want you back...

You said you won't die on me!

"GODDAMN IT!" I cried out loud.

Why does it hurt like this? Why do i have to go all throught this?

I sat down on my couch and laid down. "I've made a mess... haven't i?" I told myself.

Maybe i'll just go clean up everything tomorrow.

Then i closed my eyes and fell asleep from this tiring day.