Family Potrait: Tom Dutois
Ok guys, here it is. The long awaited third part of the Family Potrait series. I know I´ve been gone for years, but life has been so tough the last few years. It´s still that way but I owe it to you guys to get that story out. You´ve been so great these last two stories and I promise I try to write as much as possible.
Toronto, Canada
Jude woke up with a start, another nightmare. She sighed and slowly stood up. She couldn´t believe it´s been so long and the nightmare were only getting worse instead of better. Every night she saw Tommy die.
Jude walked into the bathroom. She looked awful. She looked into the mirror and couldn't believe that it was her staring her back. Well no wonder, the last year has been tough.
She didn't record anymore, didn't write and didn't sing. What was there to sing about? Nothing, nobody. She just felt empty. The only good thing were the phone calls.
For the last six months she´s been getting phone calls from an unknown number. No words were spoken, but she knew who it was. It was Tom, she could feel it. He wasn't dead.
These phone calls were the only thing keeping her alive and she swore to herself, the next time he would call, she would talk to him. Get him to talk to her. Maybe he would say something.
London, UK
Tom Quincy, or Tom Dutois as everybody called him now, sat in the café right around the corner of his hotel. It´s been a year, he still couldn't believe it. A year full of sadness, doubt and year full of pain and longing.
He saw some people looking at him. Trying to figure out whether they´ve seen him before. Well his picture has gone around the world for months.
EX- BOYZATTACK MEMBER TOM QUINCY IS MISSING
That was the headline for months, thankfully they lost interest after a while. They thought he was dead. He was good at hiding now. Now almost no one recognized him anymore. Thank god.
He sighed as he stood up. He made his way back to the hotel. It was time for another phone call. He had to hear her voice, he had to know she was alright.
He sat in his hotel room, staring at his mobile phone. He closed his eyes and pictured the girl he missed so much. Her beautiful smile, her bright blue eyes and the way she smelled. The only thing he had left were his memories, but they were fading. So he had to call her, had to hear her voice.
He opened his eyes and dialed the number he knew by heart. After a few seconds he heard it, Her voice, her beautiful angelic voice and he held his breath.
"Hello!"
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