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A/N:

funkyicecube: i'm am officially afraid to not update.

on.the.edge.x: i would never kill tommy lol but i'm sorry that that's the only positive thing

burninsecretskept: yeah i feel like the rape part of the story can only stay so interesting so although i'm trying to move on from it it is a slow process and will always be with her

everyone else: thanks for the reviews. enjoy!

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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 Nine: I've Got to Get Away

Rating: T

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Jude sat on her bed, staring out the window but looking at nothing. It had been hours and she still hadn't received a phone call. Not from Tommy. Not from Darius. No one. Jude pulled out a book she'd gotten at the bookstore on her way home from G Major. It was called Rape: Surviving the Invisible War. Jude opened the book and flipped through the pages, reading information, advice, and personal stories. She felt better when she realized that she wasn't the only person in the world going through this. Plus, Brian was probably in jail now and out of her life for good.

Jude flipped to the next chapter titled, Forgive or Forget? The chapter was about two choices she had. Forgive herself and move on while the memory lingers on. Or attempt to forget the entire thing. Jude begged herself every day to forget but it wasn't a possibility. She didn't want to live with it either, which ran her clear out of choices.

The ringing of her cellphone caused Jude to jump. She grabbed it and answered it before checking the caller i.d.

"Hello?"

"Jude."

"Darius!" Jude exclaimed. "How's Tommy?"

"He is in recovery," Darius said. "He's going to be alright."

Jude felt life crawl back into her, "Thank god, I was so worried."

"I know me too," Darius told her. "Feel free to visit him later today."

"I will," Jude replied. "Thanks Darius. See you tomorrow."

"Bye Jude."

They hung up and Jude tossed her phone on her pillow. She got up and ran down stairs, smiling all the way. It was such a good feeling to know that Tommy would be okay. She couldn't explain the feeling, it was amazing. Jude pranced into the kitchen, her smile melting away when she saw her mother standing there, an angry expression on her face.

"Mom," Jude said, walking towards the refridgerator.

Her mother stepped in front of her, "Your principal called."

Jude bit her lip, "And?"

"And? And!" her mother was almost screaming. "And you haven't been going to school! Your failing all of your classes! And why Jude? What is so much more important than school? Certainly not G Major...or is it that producer of yours that has you skipping?"

"Mom!" Jude exclaimed. "It's neither Tommy or G Major, okay?"

"Well what is it then?" her mother demanded.

"Nothing," Jude replied. "I'm going back."

"Your damn right you are, but not to that school."

"What are you talking about?" Jude questioned.

"That's right Missy, your going to Meadow Hill."

"What!" Jude's mouth dropped. Meadow Hill was a private all girls school, two hours away from where they lived. "No way."

"Way," her mother responded, walking past her daughter. "Pack your bags."

Jude stood in the kitchen, unwilling to believe what her mother just told her. After standing there alone for a few minutes, she realized that the conversation really happened. Why is this happening to me...

Jude sighed loudly, walking through the back door and around to the front yard. She saw Sadie pulling into the driveway and smiled. Sadie got out of the car, rolling her eyes at her sister.

"May I help you?" Sadie asked.

"Yes," Jude replied. "Can you give me a lift to the hospital?"

"Why?" Sadie asked, taking her shopping bags out of the trunk.

"Tommy," Jude said. "He was hurt. Please?"

"Sure," Sadie responded, throwing her bags back into the truck. She got inside the driver's seat and looked at Jude. "Is he alright?"

"I think so," Jude answered, buckling her seat belt.

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Jude burst through the hospital doors and made her way to the front desk. She waited patiently as the lady talked on the phone to someone.

"May I help you?" the lady asked, hanging up the phone.

"I'm here to visit a patient," Jude told her. "Thomas Quincy."

"Mmmhmmm," she was using the computer. "Room 302..."

"Thanks!" Jude waited for the lady to unlock the doors and went through them. She made her way to room 302, having a nervous feeling in her stomach all the way. When she reached the door, she slowly pushed it opened.

She saw Tommy when she walked in, laying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed. She quietly approached him, sitting in the chair beside him. Jude put her hand on his and stared at his perfect face. There were so many bad things happening, and she was the center of it all. Was all of this her fault?

Tommy moaned, opening his eyes. He felt something on his hand and looked over to see Jude sitting beside him, smiling.

"Your awake," she said, their fingers lacing.

"Yeah," Tommy responded, happy that Jude came to see him.

They both looked at the door as a nurse came through, holding some contraption that Jude couldn't figure out. The nurse smiled at Tommy, heading around the other side of his bed.

"Time for some more," she said, flashing him a sympathetic look.

Tommy nodded as she took his arm. Jude watched in horror as the nurse stuck a needle in Tommy's arm. Jude cringed; she hated needles and the sight of them made her lightheaded. She looked at the wall, trying to hide the look of resentment on her face.

"It's just for the pain," Tommy said, laughing at her expression.

The medication pumping inside him stung his arm. By the time the nurse removed the needle, his arm felt like it was on fire. The nurse handed him a cold pack and a hot pack, "Remember to switch them off every fifteen minutes."

"Thanks," Tommy said as she left the room. Jude let go of his hand so he could hold the cold pack to his arm. When he had it in place his took her hand again.

"Does it hurt?"

Tommy looked at her, "It burns...a lot."

"How does that help?" Jude asked. "What's wrong with your arm?"

"Nothing," Tommy replied. "I got stabbed in the stomach, they stitched me up, and dump a bunch of medication in my body every three hours."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Jude squeezed his hand gently.

"On the bright side, Bri's in jail." Tommy said. "And we're both okay. Right?"

"I'm leaving tonight," Jude breathed. "My mom's sending me away to school."

"What are you talking about?" Tommy asked.

Jude looked down, "I haven't been doing well. I'm failing. So she's sending me away to a private school. No distractions."

Tommy sighed, "Well, maybe... that might be for the best."

Jude shook her head, "No, being with you is for the best."

Tommy looked at her.

"Yeah," Jude continued. "I feel so hurt and confused all the time. The only time I feel like myself is when I'm with you."

"You have to listen to your mother though," Tommy told her. "I'll be here when you get back."

"Promise?" Jude asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"Promise." Tommy replied, stroking her hair.

Jude felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She groaned, taking it out.

"It's my mom," Jude complained, putting the phone back in her pocket. "I can't believe I have to leave."

Tommy pulled Jude closer to him, "Take care of yourself."

Jude leaned closer, closing her eyes, she kissed him. Lightly at first, as if to say goodbye. Then more passionately, as if to tell him that she was never leaving. And as the kiss slowly ended, she realized that she was. Jude opened her eyes, and gazed into the deep blue ones in front of her.

Tommy kissed her gently once more, then whispered in her ear, "I'll miss you."

Jude slowly stepped backwards, their hands breaking apart. She turned and walked away from him, not daring to glance back. Tommy watched her disappear through the door, the pain in his arm suddenly less pivotal. His heart ached, as this was only the beginning of their journey without eachother.