Chapter One
You said I… was your everything.
You said I… was the one.
"Jude, I love you. I could never hurt you." Tony said as he held her hand. She snatched it away from him and replied, "You weren't saying that when you were lying in bed with that waitress, were you?" His eyes lowered and he spoke softly. "Oh, you know about that?" A loud smack echoed throughout the empty apartment. "Don't you dare try and make it seem like it was nothing," Jude replied, her voice cracking. "I was standing outside the hotel room. I heard you tell her you loved her and that I was gone as soon as you had the chance. Why would you do this?" He stared at the ground for a moment. Then he looked up, with tears glistening in his eyes. "I don't know. You were on tour and I was at a bar one night. She saw me sitting there and asked what was wrong. She was so sweet about it and I was so drunk. It just happened." She scoffed and turned to leave. "Jude, wait! Please don't go. I'm sorry. I never wanted to leave you." Jude turned to look at him. "That's ok, because I'm leaving you." She opened the door and ran out.
The rain was pouring down and Jude could barely see out of her windshield, but she kept driving. She knew she had to keep going; she had to get away from this nightmare that had become her life. But she had nowhere to run. Or did she? She picked up her phone and called the one person she knew she could rely on. "Hello? Tommy?" She sniffled into the phone. "Jude? What's wrong?" He called out on the other end. "I left Tony. Now I don't know where to go." "Ok, where are you?" Before Jude could reply, a loud horn brought her back to reality. A large semi-truck was headed in her direction. She swerved just in time, only to hit a tree. Tommy heard the crash and yelled into the phone. "Jude! Jude! Answer me!" Then suddenly, the line went dead.
Sadie rushed through the doors of Toronto General in a panic. "Excuse me," she said to the receptionist. "Could you tell me what room Jude Harrison is in? I'm her sister." The receptionist looked on her chart and scanned through the names. "Miss Harrison is still in surgery, but you can wait in the 4th floor waiting room." "Thank you." Sadie replied. As she stepped off the elevator, she was relieved to see Tommy pacing the hall. "Tommy," she sobbed, hugging him tightly. "How's Jude?" He led her to the sitting area. "She's still in surgery," he replied, staring into space. "The doctor said she had a lot of internal bleeding and the trauma to her brain might have killed her, if I hadn't gotten to her when I did." He looked at her. "We would've lost her. I… would've lost her." His hands were clenched into fists. Suddenly, he stood and punched a hole in the wall. Sadie jumped up and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tommy! Stop, please!" "I'll kill him," he shouted, pushing her off him. "I'll kill him!" He sank to the floor, his body shaking with silent sobs. Sadie sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulders. "It's gonna be ok. She's gonna be ok." As the minutes ticked by, they sat in silence; both hoping that time would be on their side.
"Mr. Quincy," said the doctor, snapping Tommy out of his trance. He got up and walked over to him. "How is she," he asked, his voice in danger of cracking. "She is doing well. There was some damage to her lungs but we repaired it just in time. But…" Tommy's heart stopped in his chest and Sadie drew in her breath. "What is it," Tommy replied quietly. The doctor smiled. "She's pregnant."