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  Everlasting Sin

  J. S. Cooper

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Everlasting Sin

  PART I | Prologue | Riley

  Chapter 1 | Hudson

  Chapter 2 | Riley

  Chapter 3 | Hudson

  Chapter 4 | Riley

  PART II | Chapter 5 | Hudson

  Chapter 6 | Riley

  Chapter 7 | Hudson

  Chapter 8 | Riley

  Chapter 9 | Hudson

  Chapter 10 | Riley

  Chapter 11 | Hudson

  Chapter 12 | Riley

  Chapter 13 | Hudson

  Chapter 14 | Riley

  Chapter 15 | Hudson

  Chapter 16 | Riley

  Chapter 17 | Hudson

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2014 by J. S. Cooper

  ISBN: 978-1-940218-10-6

  Table of Contents

  PART I

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  PART II

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  PART I

  Prologue

  Riley

  Fifteen Years Ago

  Six Years Old

  When I was in first grade, there was a boy who used to pinch me on the bus, and every day I would go home crying. He was older than I was by at least three years, and he had a snotty nose and dirty hands. I hated him with as much passion as a six-year-old could hate a boy. And one day, in my bravest voice, I told my mom that I no longer wanted to go to school on the bus because of this horrible little boy. The day after I told her, my mom found out the boy’s name from the bus driver and took me to his house so that she could speak to his mom. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I sat there on the couch in the living room, waiting in fear. I was so scared that the boy was going to come in and pinch me again. But he didn’t. Instead, my mom brought him over to me and he apologized with a big dopey grin. A grin that told me that he didn’t think he had really done anything wrong. My mom told me that he was going to look after me on the bus and at school and make sure that no one ever hurt me. He was going to be my very own protector. He called himself Batman, I called him Dopey, and his parents called him Hudson. Hudson Blake. From that day on, he never pinched me on the bus again. But I can’t say that I’ve never cried because of him since.

  Chapter 1

  Hudson

  Ten Years Ago

  She sat in the corner of the couch crying, her sobs loud and her face red and splotchy. I walked past her into the kitchen and grabbed a can of Coke, ignoring the tug of my heartstrings as I watched her.

  “What’s wrong, Riley?” I sighed as I questioned her. She looked up at me with big brown eyes full of tears and I was taken back to the days when I used to pinch her on the school bus.

  “Nothing.” She gulped and looked down at her legs.

  “Tell me what’s wrong.” I sat on the couch next to her and awkwardly put my arm around her shoulders. “Maybe I can help.” I had no idea what I’d be able to do to help, but at fourteen, I felt years ahead of eleven-year-old Riley.

  “Eden won’t...” She paused and sobbed some more. “Eden won’t let me borrow her nail polish.”

  “What?” I frowned, confused.

  “Eden won’t—”

  “I heard that part.” I stared at her for a few moments before continuing. “I don’t get why you care. Nail polish just looks cheap and gross anyways.”

  “No, it doesn’t.” She shook her head and I sighed.

  “Get up, Riley. Let’s go and talk to Eden.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the couch, and she held on to my hand as we walked up the stairs to go talk to Eden. Eden was my sister and Riley’s best friend, but many times I felt as if I were closer to Riley than I was to Eden.

  “Eden, open up.” I tried opening the door and then banged on it.

  “No!” my sister yelled back in a whiny tone.

  “Eden, I don’t have time for this!” I shouted, annoyed. I was fourteen and at the age where I felt like I was a man, not a boy. “Open up. Now.”

  “Whatever!” she cried out as she slowly opened the door. “What do you want?” She stuck her face out at me and raised her nose up in the air.

  “Let Riley play with the nail polish, please.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I told her she could already.”

  “I wanted the red one, not the pink.” Riley looked at me with wide eyes and I sighed.

  “The red one, Eden?”

  “No, that’s my favorite.” Eden shook her head. “You can’t make me.”

  “Riley’s your best friend,” I huffed. “You should be generous. You know that’s what good little girls do.” I gave her a big smile like my dad always did to try and convince her. “Okay?”

  “No,” she said obstinately, as only an eleven-year-old could.

  “Eden.”

  “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” She gave me a superior look.

  “You’re so childish.”

  “You’re such a brat,” she shot back at me.

  “Whatever. Come on, Riley.” I grabbed her hand and walked away from Eden’s door. “See you later, Eden. Riley and I are going to hang out in my room.”

  “Kissy kissy time!” Eden called out and made kissing noises, and I frowned at her.

  “You’re disgusting.” I shook my head and let go of Riley’s hand. “Come on. We can go and hang out in my room.”

  “Okay.” She smiled at me weakly and followed me into my room.

  “You can sit on the bed,” I offered generously. I really was magnanimous. I wanted to call Luke and tell him to come over so that we could play my new wrestling video game, but I knew that would be no fun for Riley to watch. “I’m going to play video games.”

  “Okay.” She nodded and smiled at me. She sat on my bed with her legs crossed, and I stared at her for a few seconds before speaking again.

  “You can play too...if you want.” I held back a sigh, not wanting her to know that I didn’t really want to play with her. Girls sucked at video games, especially her and Eden. Whenever they came to my room to play, they always giggled and fell on the ground. It was so annoying having to let them play when my parents were home that I was surprised I had asked her to play now of my own volition.

  “I can watch.”

  Yes! “Okay.”

  “Are you going to play the car racing game?” she asked eagerly, and I groaned. I should have known that she didn’t really want to watch.

  “No, I’m going to play my WCW game. Practice my wrestling.” I flexed my arms to show her my muscles, but she didn’t look too impressed. Typical kid. She had no clue that I’d been lifting fifty-pound weights for the last couple of months.

  “Wrestling is boring,” she spoke innocently, and I tried not to let it annoy me.

  Wrestling was my life. I wanted to be in the WWE when I grew older. I was going to be called ‘The Real Batman’ an
d I’d wear a black cape and mask and be totally awesome.

  “You’re too young to understand.”

  “I’m not too young to know it’s boring.” She grinned at me and I laughed.

  “Very funny, Riley. Don’t make me pinch you.”

  “I’ll tell my mom.” She gave me a look, and this time I didn’t hold back my groan.

  “Please don’t. I don’t need her coming over here again, begging my parents to make me be nice to you.”

  She giggled. “She didn’t beg.”

  “She did.”

  “Well, it worked.” She got off of the bed and came and gave me a hug. “Now you’re my private bodyguard.”

  “You know it.” I gave her an awkward hug back. “I’m your personal Batman.”

  “Uh huh.” She smiled up at me.

  I was about to say something else when Eden knocked on the door.

  “What are you guys doing?” She sauntered in without waiting for an answer to her knock.

  “What do you think, dork?” I rolled my eyes.

  “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Eden laughed and I shuddered.

  “That’s disgusting, Eden. What do you want?”

  “Want to come and do nails, Riley?” She walked over to her friend. “You can use the red.”

  “Are you sure?” A grin spread across Riley’s face. “I thought it was your favorite.”

  “I’m sure. It’s my favorite, but you’re my best friend.” Eden linked her arm through Riley’s and they walked back out of my bedroom door.

  I shook my head as I watched them go and then picked up my phone to call Luke.

  “Wassup, dawg,” Luke drawled into the phone, trying to imitate his favorite rappers.

  “What up?” I sat on the bed and looked at the door. “You wanna come over and play video games?”

  “Dude, my mom said I gotta finish my homework before I go anywhere.”

  “You nearly done?”

  “Do you think I’m nearly done? I’ve got homework from last week that I still gotta do.” He groaned. “This school shit sucks.”

  “I know, I know.” I sighed. Luke had been my best friend for years and I loved him, but sometimes I wished that he was a little bit more on the ball. “You think you can finish in the next hour? I’m sure you can stay over for dinner.”

  “What’s your mom cooking?” he asked eagerly. Luke loved coming over for dinner, as my mom was a great cook and his mom was the queen of takeout. As much as we both loved takeout, we didn’t want to eat it every night.

  “Meatloaf, I think.”

  “With mashed potatoes?” His voice was excited and I laughed. I knew that Luke would do whatever it took to get over to my house that evening now that he knew my mom was making her famous mashed potatoes.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and I grinned before running down the stairs.

  “Mom!” I shouted as I ran. “Mom, what are you cooking for dinner?”

  “Mom went out to grab a pizza.” Eden poked her head out of her door and made a face at me.

  “Not again,” I groaned.

  Now that my dad had started working late, Mom was making fewer meals at home. I was fed up with pizza. She didn’t even get the good kind. I felt like I was starting to look like Hungry Howie every time I glanced in a mirror.

  “I like pizza.” Eden stuck her tongue out, and I ran into the room and grabbed her. “Put me down!” she squealed. “Hudson!”

  “You’re a brat.” I dropped her on the bed and she giggled.

  “Whatever. At least I’m getting pizza.”

  “I wish mom would make meatloaf.” I shook my head, frustrated.

  “I’ll make it if you want.” Riley smiled up at me, and I couldn’t stop from smiling back at her. She was a brat as well, but definitely not as bad as my sister.

  “Thanks, Riley. Maybe next time.” I tousled the top of her hair.

  “Yeah.” She nodded at me with eager eyes as I walked through the door and back to my room. “Just let me know, Hudson.”

  Chapter 2

  Riley

  Six Years Ago

  Hudson Blake reminded me of a hawk: a majestic, maddening, and daring hawk. When he looked at me, I felt like I was his prey: weak, innocent, and totally willing. I think it was the way he talked to me that had made me fall in love with him. He was always so caring and sensitive to my feelings. It was like he knew that I was a gentle creature to be coddled delicately. He never teased me mercilessly like he did Eden.

  The first time I realized that Hudson might be as attracted to me as I was to him was when I was fifteen. I was staying over for a sleepover, and I wandered into his room to escape the gossiping that was going on among the girls.

  He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey."

  "What are you doing?" I walked up to his desk and looked at his blank computer screen. "You weren't looking at porn, were you?"

  "No," he laughed. "Of course not."

  "What do you mean, of course not? You're eighteen. Eighteen-year-old boys look at a lot of porn."

  "You seem very sure of that." He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Been checking it out yourself, have you?"

  "No, of course not." I blushed and played with my hair.

  "What are you girls up to then?" He frowned and stared at my fingers for a few seconds.

  "Talking about boys and other girls." I made a face.

  "Not enjoying that?" He laughed as I shook my head. "You and Eden are like chalk and cheese. I'm not sure how you've made it as best friends for all of these years."

  "What do you mean?" I asked, not quite understanding what he was saying.

  "Nothing bad." He stood up and I stared up at him as he towered over me.

  Hudson was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, and it was impossible for me to ignore how handsome he looked. His hair was spiked up and his hazel eyes were light with humor. I smiled up at him and then gasped as I noticed a tattoo on his upper arm.

  "What's that?" I reached over and lightly touched his upper arm.

  "What does it look like, Ms. Straight-A-Student?"

  "You got a tattoo?" I asked in a disappointed tone. I wasn’t sure why I was disappointed, but I really felt let down.

  “Yeah. Don’t you like it?”

  I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

  “I guess you’ll never get a tattoo then?”

  “No. I don’t think so.”

  “I can’t convince you?” He grinned and flopped down on his bed.

  “Doubt it.” I stood there, staring down at him, and he laughed.

  “Don’t look so serious. I’m not going to force you to get one.”

  “I didn’t think you were going to force me.”

  “Come sit.” He patted the bed and I walked over and joined him. “What’s wrong?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can tell you’re upset.”

  “How?” I asked, surprised. “I didn’t say anything.”

  “You didn’t need to tell me, Riley. I know you like I know the back of my hand.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “So what’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled and lay back on the bed next to him. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”

  “I know.” I turned to face him, and he was staring at me with his concerned hazel eyes. I stared into his eyes and tried not to focus too much on how handsome his face was.

  “Tell me, Riley.”

  “I just feel stupid because I’ve never kissed a boy before.”

  His brow furrowed. “Why does that make you feel stupid? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “I’m the only girl who hasn’t been kissed.” I blushed.

  “So that just makes you even more special.”

  “Whatever.” I shook my head and groaned. “I feel like a loser.”

  �
��You’re not a loser.”

  “I just don’t know what to do,” I admitted shyly. “I feel like I don’t know what to do if a boy kisses me.”

  “Has a boy tried to kiss you?” He frowned.

  “Not really.” I made a face, and he laughed, suddenly carefree again. “I guess guys just don’t like me.”

  “Don’t be silly. You’re beautiful.”

  I made another face and he pulled me closer to him.

  “Don’t make a face at me.”

  “I’m not.” I was mere inches away from him now, and I could feel my heart racing.

  “Liar.” He grinned and leaned closer to me. “Close your eyes.”

  “Why?” I stared into his eyes, feeling completely breathless.

  “Because I’m going to teach you how to kiss and I want you to concentrate on the movement of my lips.”

  “Oh, uh, okay.” I blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. I didn’t know what to say, and ‘thank you’ sounded too lame.

  I closed my eyes and waited. I was unprepared for the warm feeling that filled me as I felt his lips pressed softly against mine. I lay there still and unmoving as he kissed me, and I heard him chuckle as he pulled away from me.

  “You can kiss back, Riley,” he laughed.

  “Sorry, what?” I opened my eyes slowly, feeling disoriented.

  “I said, kiss back. If you just lay there like a fish, it’s not going to be fun.”

  “Oh, my bad.”

  “Okay, let’s try this again.” He smiled wickedly. “Keep your eyes open this time.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled and took a deep breath. I waited for him to lean forward again.

  “Stare into my eyes and move towards me. You’re going to instigate the kiss this time.”

  “But I don’t know what to do.”

  “That’s what I’m teaching you.” He grinned.

  “Okay.” I took a deep breath and slowly leaned towards him.

  I stopped right before my lips touched his, and I could see the humor in his eyes. I gently pressed my lips against his and waited to see what was going to happen next. Hudson just lay there for a second and I didn’t know what to do, but then he leaned towards me and grabbed my hair, pushing my face into his. I felt his lips crushing down on mine and kissed him back, trying to mimic the movement of his lips. I reached my hands up to his hair and stared into his eyes. Hudson’s lips crushed into mine, and I felt the tip of his tongue touching my lips.