Disclaimer: Instant Star is not mine.

A/N: I don't write for myself I write for YOU so I will only update if you want me to.

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Title: We All Need Somebody

Summary: Jude comes back from tour excited to see everyone! But then something terrible happens to her…will she ever be the same?

Chapter Two: Morning After

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Jude lay on the couch watching TV with two fluffy pillows supporting her pained head. Her head had a gigantic bump on the back of it which caused an enormous migraine that shocked through her brain like thunder. Jude was wearing pajamas and was covered in two blankets.

"Jude?" Sadie stopped before walking out the front door. "Not going to school today?"

No response.

"Jude?"

Sadie walked around the couch and faced her sister. She looked sick.

"Sadie," Jude finally spoke in a dull tone. "Can you get me water please?"

Sadie looked at her sisters staring eyes- staring into nothing. Sadie left to get water. When she returned she sat on the edge of the couch.

"Are you okay?" Sadie asked, handing the water to Jude who struggled sitting up to drink it.

Okay? No she wasn't okay. She was sick, nauseas. She had already thrown up three times the previous night before finally passing out in her bed. She ached between her legs- the stinging throb constantly reminded her of last night. The flashbacks happened at least once every hour. She was torn and abused. She was shaking still- the shaking never stopped and it scared her. Her ribs were bruised and she felt like she had been stabbed in the stomach. Okay? No she wasn't.

But she couldn't tell anyone- how could she tell something that she didn't understand? She was disgusting and embarrassed.

"I'm fine," Jude answered. "Just a little sick."

"Okay," Sadie stood up, not completely convinced. "Hope you feel better."

Sadie got up and left the house. Jude let out a painful yelp when she struggled to her feet. Her ribs hurt a lot and her headache blinded her senses. She walked crookedly, limping towards the blurry sight in front of her. The ringing deafened her hearing and she couldn't even attempt to test out her taste, for she would probably just puke it up. Jude limped up the stairs, favoring her right leg, at some point the man (the rapist!) had injured her leg as well.

Jude finally reached her bedroom. She limped to her bed and crawled into an almost comfortable position, pulling the blankets over her head. Jude didn't leave her bed for a full week- claiming to everyone that she was indeed ill and would see a doctor if she didn't go to school on Monday.

A doctor! Her mother was upset at the school absences and said that if she were that sick then to see a doctor. But a doctor would confirm rape and tell her parents! A doctor would force Jude to face the nightmare that her reality had become.

Jude woke up Saturday morning to a knocking on her bedroom door. She rubbed her eyes and the familiar figure came into clear view.

"Tommy!" she said smiling.

Smiling! How can you smile after you were just raped! Maybe because I lo…

"Hi Jude," he interrupted her thoughts. "How you feeling?"

Tommy placed the vase of 12 pink roses on her nightstand.

"Thank you," Jude looked at the beautiful floral arrangement. "I'm really glad to see you."

Somehow Jude felt better with him there. She felt like he could protect her- like nothing bad would happen to her because Tommy wouldn't allow it.