A/N: I know, that last chapter cliff was relatively evil…but what can I say? I just love to be evil! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the fic…with every update, we near closer and closer to the end. Can you believe it? I can't. It feels like a long time coming and I'm excited to see how you guys like how it turned out. Keep up with the reviews, I love them all, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well…though it's a bit shorter but full of good drama.
Chapter 8
"This is going to sound crazy." I began and he just sat there, eyes questioning as I worked up the courage to tell my tale.
"I woke up from a year long coma just a few weeks ago."
"What happened? Are you ok?" He asked me, looking concerned.
"I was released, I'm fine." I told him and he looked slightly better, but I could see the worry still in his eyes and I felt my heart melt. God I love him. "When I woke up…I lost just over a year of my life. I was in a car accident on the way to the Instant Star Finals." I saw his eyes widen.
"You were suppose to…" He trailed off, looking stunned.
"What?"
"You were suppose to win that." He told me, looking into my eyes and it was my turn to look confused.
"Georgia…the owner of G Major…she told me about you the day before the finals. She mentioned the teenager who wrote her songs and had a voice to kill. She said 'that girl is what this contest is about'." He reminisced to me and I was stunned. I never knew Georgia had her decision in stone before that day. "I didn't know that was you." He said honestly.
"It's ok. You didn't know." I told him, still stunned about Georgia.
"OK, so that's not too crazy…I mean, it's strange I have to admit…but not so crazy." He told me and I had to give him a confused look. His words made no sense what-so-ever, but at the same time…they made all the sense in the world.
"That's not everything." I told him and he looked quizzically at me. I took a deep breathe. OK, here comes the hard part. "I…when I was in the coma…I guess…" I trailed off, not sure how to explain everything.
"You don't have to explain it." He told me and I shook my head.
"No, I have to." I told him and looked away from him. I couldn't look into his eyes and say what I needed to say. "I guess the best say to say this is…as I was in the coma…I…my brain…continued my life…like if I had won the competition."
"Like a dream?"
"I…yeah…I guess." He shrugged.
"Doesn't sound too crazy." He told me and I sighed.
"It was so real." I told him, I stressed to him and he didn't seem phased by it. I sighed. "In my…dream world…you were my producer." He looked intrigued by this.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"They never released I was going to produce the Instant Star Contest Winner. Looks like you're psychic too." He joked with a laugh and I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought.
"I never did find out your real last name." I said and he froze, just watching me. "French right?" He didn't say anything. Just watched me.
You could have heard a pin drop on the carpet in the next room. Dead silence had fallen over us.
"How did you know I'm French?" He asked, looking at me oddly.
"You told me…kind of." I said and added "I know about Frozen…hell, I've heard Frozen." I told him and he just watched me like I was crazy. "Tommy, talk to me." I pleaded with him and he continued to stay silent, he looked away from me and I didn't know what to do. What to say, what to think.
"I…" He started and frowned. "I gatta go." He told me, getting up from the stool and leaving the room quickly. I stayed where I was a moment, frozen in place. I closed my eyes. I really messed up.
I heard the door slam shut and I leaped up from the stool I was sitting on.
I couldn't let him leave me twice. I had to talk to him. Convince him that I'm not crazy. Make him realize he loves me. I ran out of the house and down the drive to his car.
"Tommy!" I yelled, running after him. He got into his car and I caught up to him, sliding in before he could lock the door on me.
"Jude…"
"No. I'm not going to let you drive off on me." I told him and he sighed, not bothering to fight me and backed out of the driveway before speeding off down the road. I stayed silent a moment, listening to the car engine being pushed harder than a commercial car was meant to and I found myself gripping the seat.
I've been in the car with Tommy more times than I could count…and never once have I felt like I should be afraid. Until now; it was a new feeling and I didn't like it.
