A friendship like this

"I'm so tired of this shit! I'm so tired of your bullshit!" I scream at my parents across the room.

"Stop talking to us like that, young lady!" my dad exclaims, he doesn't yell, but he raises his voice.

"I'm not a fucking young lady! I'm twenty-four years old!" I scream back. I just can't take it anymore, I'm not going to lower my voice, because it's impossible. "You have to stop trying to control all of my life! I can make decisions for myself!"

"Ah yes, look at where your decisions have taken you, in one night you lost all of your independence and had to come back home to your parents-"

"You are such a bitch." I interrupt my mom. I don't even scream now. I speak with hurt in my voice and look at her with contempt. "How can you say it with sarcasm, how can you mock me like that. It's not a joke. It's not something to be taken lightly, I tried-"

"It's not worth it, Lizzie," My sister says, taking my hand in hers.

"You're right. It's not. I'm out of this fucking place. I'm out of this shitshow"

I go to my room, Annie following me right behind.

Some of my clothes start violently falling into an open suitcase on the floor. I keep throwing some things, without really thinking about what I need. I grab a small tote bag and walk into the jack-and-jill bathroom I share with Annie; I start putting all of my creams and beauty stuff onto it.

"Where will you go, Liz?" Annie asks. I know she's worried, she's been worried for me for months now, even since I came back home.

"I don't know. I just need to get out of here." I say. I go back to my room with her in tow. "Probably to Hugh's" I don't know why I didn't think of that before.

I go to my parent's room and take my phone from my mother's nightstand.

'U awake?' I text Hugh, my best friend since ever and forever while going back to my room.

I look around, while I wait for his reply, thinking of what else I need to take with me. "Please don't do anything stupid" My sister pleads to me.

"Don't worry Annie, I won't, I'm not the same person I was four months ago"

"Yes, but please, be careful, and If you need anything, call me"

"I will call you every day, promise" My phone buzzes.

'I worked today, just got back home'

'Can u come pick me up?'

'Still don't have ur car back? can b there in 10'

'thank u, see u in 10 <3'

He has always been like that, whenever I need him, he shows up, no questions asked. He would die and kill for me, and I would do the same for him.

"He'll pick you up?" Annie asks. I don't need to tell her anything, she knows us.

"Yes, he will be here in ten" I grab my suitcase and tote bag "Can you bring me the rest of my stuff later? I'll tell you when"

"Of course sissy" She hugs me deeply "But last time mom and dad inspected your room. Like all of it, every single drawer"

"Are you kidding me?" I'm so fucking angry.

"I think they did it out of fear" she shrugs her shoulders "Anyways, maybe you should take your satisfyer with you if you don't want them to find it"

"Shit, you're right" I laugh "I will probably need it too" we both burst out laughing.

She waits with me on the porch of the house, when Hugh arrives she asks me to wait there and goes to the window of the driver, he opens it and they speak for a minute or two. I kind of know what she might be telling him, but I let her, because I know she worries and expressing her concerns will make her feel better.

When she comes back, she hugs me tightly, kisses me on the cheek and I get in the car, while Hugh puts my bags in the trunk, again, no questions asked.

"You don't need to tell me all of it right now, you know?" He says when he sees me open my mouth and leave it like that for a few seconds, struggling to find the words.

"I Love you, Hugh, thank you"

"But I'd still like some context because I don't understand shit," He says, obviously trying to make me laugh, and he achieved it.

"Later, please. If I talk about it now I will cry, because I'm so fucking angry, and I really don't want to cry"

"You are going to cry anyways when you see what I got us for dinner" he squeezes my knee.

"I'm not really hungry" I barely smile and look out the window.

"Do I look like I care?" He changes the song, putting one of my favorites. "You're never hungry when you have strong feelings. Except you are, you just don't feel like eating"

"Okay, dad" I roll my eyes, but he can't see me.

'Comment faire pour tuer mes démons? Comme un ange enfer, j'oublie mon nom' I sing in a murmur.

"You shouldn't hide your voice, Liz," He says like every time I murmur a song. "You should be in some talents program"

"You need talent for that" I murmur again, my eyes never leaving the route.

"And you're are made out of talent" It's the last thing he says because I just don't feel like answering and he knows he shouldn't press me.

When we get to his apartment the table is all set, there are plates for two. He leaves my bags next to the couch, I don't know from where he got a paper bag, he sets it on the table and starts getting plastic food containers from it and setting them in the medium between the plates.

"Is someone joining us?" I ask sarcastically.

"Very funny. I trained this morning, I have to train tomorrow, I'm hungry, and I want to make sure you eat well"

"You're not my dad" I say in a bad mood.

"I know, I'm way cooler. Now sit, and eat, I got some cold coke in the fridge, just how you like it"

I sit reluctantly. "Is this from Pad Thai?" I try to hide the happiness in my voice.

"It is your favorite restaurant." My favorite person in the whole world - next to my sister - raises his eyebrows funnily.

"You know I love you, right?"

"And I love you more, Liz. Eat." He says. We start eating in silence, when we eat is usually messy and loud, sometimes throwing food around while we talk and laugh. We then have more fun while cleaning the mess.

It's weird to eat in silence like this. But I really am not in the mood to joke.

He receives a notification, he's the type of person who always has his phone with sound, quite the contrary from me, you are lucky if I have mine on.

"Is that from tinder?" I laugh.

"Yeah" he scratches the back of his neck. "I started talking to this girl yesterday. She's nice"

"What did she say?" I stand up a little from my chair to look at his phone. He laughs, knowing I love to gossip.

"Come" He moves his chair back and I run to him, sitting on his lap.

He unlocks his phone and opens tinder.

"She wants to fuck you" I laugh again extending the 'u'. "You trained? Your muscles must hurt. Maybe I can give you a little massage so you can relax" I read in a flirty voice while running my hand up and down his firm pectoral.

"I could use a massage" He answers lifting his eyebrows again. He rests his hand on my hip.

"Let me see her pictures" He shows me her profile. "Uuuh she cute" I elbow his waist. "But, I don't think she's going to meet your very hard expectations"

"What are you talking about?" he plays fool.

"You know what I'm talking about, Mr. Grey" I stand up. "I'm going to sleep for a while, I'm tired and I need to turn my brain off"

"I will stay here, maybe play some video games. Sleep well, chouchou, and if you need anything just scream my name" He smiles. "Or maybe come see me, because I will probably have my earphones on" He blows me a kiss and I walk to his room.

Coucou everyone! So this little story comes from when I got inspired in real life (if you know what I mean ;) ) and wrote a one-shot in my Erotica for lonely nights book called Hug(h)e, I felt like it could become a real book, so I started it! Here's the first chapter.