For those of you reading this on DLS, I'm just reposting it because with all the UNNECESSARY drama going around DLS I'd feel more comfortable knowing my story is being hosted by someone other than Melissa. I'll still post on there if and when the boards come back online but I'd like to have a backup on here.
If you were reading Blondes Have More Fun or Beautiful Disaster which I posted on here a few months ago I don't know yet what's going to happen with those. But this stories getting followed through to the end, you have my word.
Warning: It's rated M for a reason. Strong language and Adult situations. If you can't handle that I suggest not reading. Otherwise enjoy!
His eyes roamed over her body, carefully taking note of the way her black clothes clung tightly against her frail figure. His ears drank in the long missed sound of her voice as it echoed through the stadium. She sounded amazing, she looked strong and vibrant. But he knew different. She was weak, shattered, falling apart bit by bit and nobody knew, nobody noticed. And it was his fault. He was the cause of her grief. He was the reason she didnt eat more than the occassional sandwich Spiederman shoved at her. He was the inspiration of the pain-ridden lyrics currently booming through the speakers that surrounded her. It was all him. And now he was the only one who could fix it.
An exhausted thank you escaped her lips as the crowd burst out in applause at the end of her final song. She forced a broad and appreciative smile across her face before retiring to backstage. Spiederman threw an arm over her shoulders and whispered "you did good" into her ear. She smiled up at him and nodded her thanks before heading back to her dressing room.
This was it. Months after abandoning her without even the slightest explaination, he now stood only 10 feet away. Their only barrier was the inch of wood that served as her dressing room door. With his heart pounding in his chest he raised him hand to knock, only to have the door swing open before he had the chance.
There she stood, gaping up at him in wonder like she had seen a ghost. Shaking her head slowly she backed away from him, her lower lip quivering as tears threatened to overcome her.
"Jude," he breathed, the need to explain heavy on his tone. But she wouldn't let him continue.
"Go away Tommy," she said through clenched teeth, obviously trying not to yell. He took a step towards her and she took another step back.
"I just wanna talk," he explained, trying desperately to calm her down.
"TALK?" she screamed at him. "YOU ABANDONED ME YOU BASTARD! WE WERE FINALLY GOING SOMEWHERE! WE WERE BOTH FINALLY READY TO GET OVER ALL THIS SHIT THATS HELD US BACK AND YOU DECIDED TO WALK AWAY WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN EXPLAINATION! AND NOW YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO SHOW UP HERE? FUCK YOU!" At this point tears were spilling freely down her cheeks. Tommy took another step foreward and reached his hand up to her cheek in an attempt to comfort her, but Jude slapped it away.
"Don't you touch me," she said quietly, yet angrily enough for him to move away. Another voice was heard approaching the dressing room.
"Jude is everything ok i heard...yelling," Speed trailed off as he saw Tommy standing in front of Jude, and saw the tears heavy on her face. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"He was just leaving," Jude seethed. Tommy turned back to face her, his eyes pleading.
"Jude please, just hear me out-"
"I don't care if you left to rescue a drowning baby from a well Tommy," Jude hissed angrily. "You could've told me, you could've called. You've been gone for 6 months. And I've been on tour for two, why are you just now deciding to come after me?"
Tommy sighed heavily. "Jude it's complicated..."
"And you wanna know the worst part?" Jude asked with a sad laugh. "I really had myself believing you loved me back."
"I did, I do I just-"
"I don't wanna hear it. Just leave."
"I think you should," Speed interjected. Tommy glared at him and then turned back to Jude.
"I'm staying at the Holiday Inn for tonight. If you wanna talk to me before you head off for your next stop, I'll be waiting. Room 112." She looked up at him and shook her head with fury in her eyes. Tommy just nodded and turned to leave. As Jude watched the familiar image of his retreating back, Speed came up and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"You ok?" he whispered to her gently. Jude just turns in his arms and buried her face in his chest.
"It's ok," he whispered, gently kissing the top of her head. "I know you miss him." Jude shook her head and pulled back a little.
"I want him to burn in hell. Tom Quincey is a memory, he doesn't matter anymore," and with that she walked out of her dressing room, leaving Speed looking after her helplessly.
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