Hey. So i know i should really be working on the other story i have going (when there's nothing left to say...) but i had this idea and decided to just go with it. i already have quite a bit of the story ready so that means i can work more on the other too! Please let me know what you think to this. Reviews are really helpful and make me smile :D
The television was alarmingly bright in comparison to the shadows cast on the rest of the room. Jude sat cross-legged on the old, worn couch. She wasn't really into the movie playing out from the flat screen. Actually she kind of hated horror films. However, she had come across it skipping channels for back ground noise to fill the eerie house; now she just couldn't turn it off. Final Destination it was called, she remembered Jamie telling her about it once. Not that she should ever trust him after the Ring incident…romantic comedy…yeah right!
Any way she just couldn't flick the channel now. If she did she would spend the rest of the night obsessing over how it would end. She would create stupid ideas in her head that would cause nightmares for months. The imagination is far worse than reality in these cases. Stupid horror movies she thought cowering behind the cushion in her hands. Who actually enjoy this?
She glanced at the large clock on the far wall. 12.30am. She was tired but she wouldn't sleep, she couldn't now. She hated being alone in the house. When she moved away later in life she was totally getting a dog. A big, beasty one; like a German Shepherd or something.
Her dad had left her a note on the fridge for when she got in from school. Overnight work trip. Love you, be back tomorrow. He had had a lot of them lately. Jude knew he was lying. She could always tell. And she knew why he was lying too, he had met some one else.
Her mom had died almost five years ago when Jude was ten. Well barely ten, it was her birthday. So now her father felt guilty that he had moved on. But why should he. Life goes on right? That's what aunt Lindsey said the day she came over after her sister had died. Jude would never forget that.
So with her dad off god knows where thinking he was protecting her when really he was only delaying the inevitable and her sister Sadie out with her friends, Jude was alone.
She picked up her mobile debating mentally whether she should call. He was normally here when ever she was left alone any way, but by accident. She didn't like needing anybody. She turned the phone over and over between her hands, deep in thought and mental argument.
A loud crash from the yard snapped her straight back to reality. She was shaking with nerves unwillingly, desperately hoping that there was a really fat cat out side that had just knocked over something. Please!
Tommy flicked all the switches down on the board. He had been at work on that track for hours. The studio was empty around him and through the glass doors he could see the lobby was too. He stood up from his chair and grabbed his leather jacket from the couch. Routing through his pockets he found what he needed, his phone lit up his face as he keyed to unlock it. 12.40. Was it really that late? He really got lost in the music sometimes.
He headed for the main doors turning the lights out on the way. He checked the other rooms. He was the last out, as usual. He was almost at the exit when the phone in his hand rang.
He slid in up and smiled at the caller ID.
Jude made her way towards the kitchen at the back of house. Phone in hand, his number on the screen ready. She turned on the kitchen light and stood in the doorway looking out the window to the yard. She couldn't see anything but herself, terrified, reflected back at her. She needed to check there was no one there. It was just a cat or some thing. She couldn't make her feet move. God she was pathetic. She was just about to move when there was a loud creek.
She ran all the way back into the living room trembling. She keyed call and hoped he would pick up.
Tommy pulled the door open with his left hand, holding the phone in his right.
'Hey you, I'm just leaving the studio, okay will be about five minutes.'
He ran across the parking lot to escape the cold night breeze and jumped in his car. He sped out of the parking lot, tossing his phone on to the seat next to him.
Jude hung up and paced the room. She had to stop thinking, her imagination was way to wild for her own good. He was on his way, she was fine.
Tommy reached street and pulled up outside the house. He clambered out of the car, doing a remote lock on his way up the front steps. He reached the wooden door and turned the handle heading in to the warmth.
The door swung open and Jude stopped moving and ran to the hallway. She threw herself into his arms before he had even closed the door behind him.
'Hey it's okay, you're probably worried over nothing.'
Jude calmed slightly but not much, he was here but what could he really do to protect her. After all he was just a sixteen-year-old kid.
Jamie pushed the door closed and steered his girlfriend towards the kitchen.
'Come on I'll check the yard.'
He let her go and went straight out the back door. The back gate swung in the wind, now lit by light from the open door. It crashed against the fence loudly, echoing across the garden. Jude finally let out the breath she was holding, still in the safety of the house though. Jamie went and slammed the gate shut, locking it.
'See worried about nothing.' He told Jude and went back inside the house.
Tommy walked through the practically empty hallway. He wasn't one for clutter, as you could tell from his house. He followed the low music and flickering lights in to the open plan living space. On the big black couch in the middle of the room sat a tall blonde girl. She turned at the sound of his footsteps. The candlelight making her face glow.
'Hey honey. Fancy dinner, I cooked.' She smiled up to her handsome boyfriend. Tommy shrugged of his jacket and joined her on the couch.
'Sounds nice babe.' He was tired and really wanted to go to bed. But there she was waiting for him in his home, and he didn't want to let her down. He really regretted that she had a key sometimes. She had called saying she was waiting, so she was already there, what could he do? She was his girlfriend of almost nearly 11 months. It was sort of expected to have a key to his house. So he smiled to her and took a glass of wine from the table.
So there you go the first chapter....what do you think?
i will post a summery in the a/n of the next chapter so you can get to know a bit about the story. i didn't want to post it before and ruin the begining. if you get me?
thanks for reading!
