Chapter 1: Abandoned
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Jude walked down the sidewalk of the bitter cold streets of Boston. A stern look kept on her face. Her hand was balled in a fist as it held her coat closed. Just a few months ago, she was the happiest woman around, and now she was partially regretting the past events.
Six months earlier...
Jude pulled back her curly blonde hair, offering a smile to the man beneath her. Her eyes gratefully searched his body as she knelt over him, her hands placed on his shoulders. The smirk on his face revealing that the same thoughts were going through his head as her's. Never the less, she wanted to toy with him first.
"I don't know," she said, smirking. "I feel like you might be too tired for me," she teased. It was seven in the morning. They had done this a few times before, where they had stayed up all night with each other. Neither of them had anywhere to be today, so it wasn't a big deal.
Timothy slightly sat up, a smile full of desire. "Your doubt hurts me," he replied, wrapping his arms loosely around her neck. He leaned in and started kissing the side of her neck.
Jude closed her eyes, her head tilting to the side allowing him more room. With one hand remaining on his shoulder, she took her other hand, slowly running it down his toned chest and abs, finally stopping at the rim of shorts. She started playing with the elastic, trying to pull them down as fast as she could.
Timothy slid the straps down on Jude's slip so he could reveal her breasts. His lips moving down to her chest. He began to slightly bite as he felt her hand finally reach penis. The only audible sound in the room was the panting from the room and the springs one the mattress as they moved.
"Someone's ready," Jude breathlessly mentioned as she pulled back from him in order to reposition herself.
Without any hesitation, she went down on him. She was planning on teasing him a few times, but she too was ready, to the point where she was almost impatient.
Oooooo
The two lay together in bed, Jude with a cigarette in her mouth. She offered him a cigarette, and he accepted. "Thank you," he said.
"Just common courtesy," Jude mentioned as she lit the cigarette for him.
Timothy looked over to her and softly laughed. "You know that's not what I mean," he stated.
Jude started laughing. "You never cease to amaze me you know?" she asked. "Thanking your girlfriend for sex. I should be the one thanking you for coming all the way out here," she explained before taking another drag.
Timothy smiled to her, waiting to get her attention.
Jude finally looked over to him, her eyes widening. "Again?" she questioned, surprised that he still had any energy left in him. Sure, he was about ten years younger than her and in good shape, but everyone had to have their stopping point.
"Marry me," he proposed.
"What?" Jude implored. She quickly put her cigarette out in the ashtray on the night stand.
"I mean it," he said. "The last few months have been the happiest of my life."
Jude sat up and kissed him on the lips. "Yes," she said.
Present day...
Jude trudged her way up to Timothy's apartment. Every muscle in her body tensed up as she made her way to the door. She wasn't nervous, scared, or even ashamed. She was however, hurt. Trying to figure out how this argument was going to end, and wondering what she had done to chase him away in the first place.
"Timothy?" she called as she knocked on the door. He had a habit of just ignoring the door if he wasn't expecting anyone.
Timothy opened the door, instantly taken back by the enormous betrayal that was clearly present in her eyes as she glared to him. "Judy?" he questioned. "What happened?"
"We all have our moment of weakness, I understand that. I also understand that we sometimes go long periods of time without seeing each other," she started as she entered the room.
Timothy closed the door behind her. "What are you talking about?" he implored.
Jude turned to him. "I'm talking about the fact that you took away my chance of having children!" she yelled, violently motioning to him.
Timothy just stood there, dumbfounded. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," he assured her, his voice rising from agitation.
Jude's eyes started watering. "I got syphilis Timothy," she confessed. "How do you think I got that?" she desperately implored.
She took a second and calmed herself. "I forgive you. I love you enough to forgive you," she assured him.
Timothy suddenly went from confused to angered. "You slut," he hissed. "How dare you! I stayed faithful to you this whole damn time and you're out there fucking who ever you please?"
"I never cheated! I gave up all of that for you Timothy!" she quickly defended.
"I wasn't the one that gave it to you!"
"Then how the hell did I get it huh?" Jude poisonously challenged. She started closing the space between them.
Timothy stood there, stoic. He's eyes narrowed down on her, ashamed of her. "I think you know how you got it," he responded, lowering his voice. "I think you should go now."
Jude just stared to him, disbelieving what she was hearing. She had come up here ready to forgive him, make sure that he too got taken care of and then move on with their relationship. Instead, she was getting dumped. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"You should go. I can't be with someone that I can't trust anymore," he coldly informed her.
Jude wanted to argue, to fight, but she didn't. Instead, she swallowed her tears and left without a goodbye.
