"I wouldn’t say nothing," He taunted, "And anyway, if I know that within the small space of time I’ve known you then who knows what else I’ll know over the next week or so." He didn’t outright mean to sound so obnoxious with his words, there was just something about Jude challenging his understanding of him that made him evermore determined to learn about him. "What do you mean it wasn’t a big deal?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at how Jude could just pass off being abused as not being a big deal, "Of course it is, he can’t do that to you." He sighed, trying to reason himself so that he didn’t seem overpowering. He didn’t want to force his opinions onto Jude, but something as simple as this didn’t have an opinion, in his mind. "Yeah, I guess," He answered, feeling slightly guilty having complained when Jude probably hadn’t experienced anything like this in his entire life. "Smaller homes are better though; more homely." He tried to save, but then realized what he had said and mentally slapped himself. He didn’t fully know Jude’s home life but he had suspicions that it wasn’t exactly ‘homely’. "Have no idea," He replied with a shrug. He felt a tinge of hurt in the pit of his stomach because of course he missed her, and talking about her absence was something that always brought up the memory that she had actually left him to begin with. "She fucked off a while back, straight after the divorce with my dad." He sighed lightly as he wondered if his dad would have actually fought to have custody over him if it had come down to it. Hudson noticed his frown and groaned under his breath as he listened to his words, clenching his eyes closed. "That isn’t what I meant," He assured before opening his eyes to look up at him, "Calm your ass, it’s just that I’d like to know where you are. It’s not like you can actually escape anyway." He wanted to roll his eyes, just as he’d begun helping Jude to open up slightly he’d pushed him back into a state of anger. "Stop taking the piss, Jude, I’m just trying to watch out for you."
“You are absolutely infuriating, do you know that?” Jude didn’t understand why Hudson couldn’t just leave him alone. “I know. You will know nothing else! I told you I don’t want to be your friend. We’re never going to be friends.” Jude crossed his arms over his chest, he was starting to feel very frustrated, and he hated the way Hudson was talking, as if he had no choice on the matter. This was his life and he would only allow those he wanted in it. He rolled his eyes as Hudson kept talking about his father, he knew he should have kept his mouth shit. “It was no big deal,” he repeated annoyed. “It just means I can take a beat quite well these days.” Part of him said it because it was true, he knew he was resilient enough, but other part was just to annoy Hudson, as he had noticed that the other boy didn’t like the way he saw the whole thing. “Yeah? And who was going to stop him?” He shook his head. Jude thought of himself as weak and even if he had been the toughest guy around, he doubted he would have the guts to stand up to his father. “He’s my father, Hudson, he can do whatever the fuck he wants,” he finalized. He wanted to laugh as Hudson went on about homey homes, Jude wouldn’t know about it. His home had never been a place where he wanted to be, and he thought a bigger house would be much better to find hiding places. Instead, he just gave a short, “Sure.” The next topic had the curly haired boy frowning. “I’m sorry. Do you miss her?” He could only imagine how he felt, with his mother had walking out on him and his dad who seemed to be a jerk to his own son. He would almost feel bad for him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he hated him. “Why do you need to know where I am then? It isn’t much freedom if I have to ask daddy for permission to go outside and play.” He had thought Hudson would be a little less possessive, but he was obviously wrong. He was there to get Hudson what he needed, he doubted he would be able to go outside if Hudson needed his little circus monkey to keep him entertained. “Sure. Are you going to tell me there are monsters in the island that can hurt me?”
"I know a bit." He retorted, finding a small source of entertainment from making Jude roll his eyes. His features settled into a steady smirk, unable to fight it off his lips. "Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you should go through it." he frowned, shaking his head as he spoke. He honestly didn’t think that Jude deserved what he was given in any shape or form. Nobody deserved that kind of life. "I mean, it’s a nice enough house, it just isn’t for me." He replied. The house had always been somewhere he’d felt cautious, as if any small move would mess something up. He disliked it, and maybe it was because it reminded him so much of his father. "Yeah, always did." He chuckled, "They’re not the quietest of people." He turned slightly to rest his back against the wall, having to turn his head to meet eye contact with Jude. “‘Course, paper and pens are in the draw of my desk when you want them." he mumbled casually, tilting his head so that the back of it grazed the wall and his eyes were trained to the ceiling. He had no idea what he was doing and he almost felt like he was going through a mid-life crisis, despite only just reaching twenty. "No, you can go out." he said, "You’re free around the house but if you wanna go outside you have to tell me first." He realised how demanding he sounded and quickly added in, "Just so that I know where you are, of course."
“You only know I have a twin brother and an asshole for a father, that’s nothing.” Because he didn’t want to admit that Hudson could know him, and even those small details was already too much. Getting to know meant getting close and getting close meant getting attached, but Hudson was a monster and he didn’t need another one of those in his life. Jude only wished Hudson would actually start acting like a monster. “It doesn’t matter, I went through it and it was no big deal. I’m not the first guy to get beat up at home and I won’t be the last. Why do you even care?” He shook his head. It almost seemed like Hudson cared about him, but Jude knew better. “It’s a great house. I’m pretty sure I could fit ten of my parents’ house here,” he mumbled a little. It was a bit shameful to admit it, he didn’t want to feel like Hudson was better than him, because he wasn’t, they were equals, but it was hard not to let his self-doubt take the best of him when he was in a situation like that and the guy who supposedly owned could actually buy everything your family had without any kind of trouble. Jude nodded as Hudson talked about his parents; it was good to have a little glimpse of Hudson’s life for a change. “Where is your mother now?” He asked trying to keep Hudson the topic of the conversation. “Thanks,” he nodded making sure to remember the information. He could go out, that was good, because he would stay inside as little as possible. But when Hudson told the next piece of information he frowned. “Are you afraid I’ll try to escape?” And there was a hint of anger in his voice. “Do I need to ask you for food too?”
It’s helped me not hate this place so much.
I don’t think I want to stop hating it, it could be dangerous.
They? I mean there’s free food and shelter and I have friends here so its not so bad. That doesn’t mean I’m not looking for a way off.
Would you want to leave though? You sound like you have a good deal here. I trust you and Caleb are getting along?
What kind of crazy?
It’s an island with no way to leave, it gets boring.
I think I’m desensitized to being here now. I’m just too used to it.
Might be smart of you.
It’s not so bad here.
I see they have gotten to you.
Things have been very quiet around here, I would have expected everyone to have gone crazy by now.
"I suppose so," He shrugged, smirking slightly, "I’m rarely wrong though, am I?" He didn’t mean to sound cocky, or maybe he did, but he was generally alright at reading people. He’d had enough practice through his time at school. "No it doesn’t." He protested, his tone trying to form some kind of finality. He didn’t quite know why he felt so determined to make Jude see from his point of view but he was. He didn’t like the thought of Jude thinking that what his dad did to him came down to his actions. His dad must have been a dick, a monster even, and it made Hudson feel a bit sick to know that Jude probably listed him in the same character as the man who abused him. He smiled softly, mirroring Jude’s shrug, "Kinda overpowering, isn’t it?" he mumbled. He’d always felt that way, he could barely remember the last time he felt comfortable within the walls of this house. He smiled before nodding, "Yeah, my mum bought me the camera so I’d give her and my dad some time alone. I think she just didn’t want me to hear them arguing all the time really but yeah, this island." he spoke, his eyes glued to the photo before blinking and turning his attention back to Jude. "Sorry, rambling again." He watched Jude slip a small smile and found himself smiling too. It wasn’t much but at least Jude was opening up to him at least a little. "Yeah, ‘course." he replied, "Just let me know when you want something."
Jude rolled his eyes, he sure didn’t appreciate the tone or the cockiness in Hudson. “You don’t know anything about me.” He wanted to sound firm and stern, but ever since the day in captivity, he felt nothing but weak and so did his words. He shrugged again, Hudson seemed to feel so strong about this, and he couldn’t understand why. He should be happy that Jude had gone through there, happy that it would be easy to control him. He just really didn’t understand Hudson at all. “Don’t sound so worried, Hudson. I’m used, it’s okay.” Jude didn’t like feeling confused, and that was exactly how the other boy made him feel constantly. He just nodded as the older male used the word overpowering to describe the house, because that actually sound like the perfect way to describe it. “I wouldn’t be able to grow up here, I’d feel out of place too.” He already did. Everything was so regal and posh, he felt as if just by touching something he would ruin it. “You still heard them though, right?” Parents could be so oblivious sometimes. Just like his mother liked to think he and his brother didn’t hear her crying every night, he wished the walls of his room were magical and could protect him and he had lost count how many times he had prayed for that, but real life didn’t work like that. “Just some paper and some pencils would do. I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to be doing here, so it would give me something to do,” he shrugged. “Am I supposed to stay inside this room all day?”