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Chapter 10 – Tattoo This Song

Tom hated this office, he hated the beige walls, the hardwood floors that creaked when you walked across them, the fake potted plants; he hated it all. Most of all, he hated the man that was sitting behind the desk. He hated him for ripping him out of his world right when he had finally figured out what he wanted, he hated him for never being there for him, but most of all, he hated the look the man had on his face at that very moment.

The look was one Tom had seen many times. It was disappointment, doubt, and condescension all rolled into one. The look that said 'You will never be good enough.' Tom had seen it every day for years, and he swore when he left that he would never set foot within ten feet of his father or that look. Yet here he was, sitting in a chair separated from him only by the desk between them.

"So you really think that you can do this? That you can handle this kind of responsibility?" His father said, the words dripping with sarcasm. Tom just signed the last paper, practically throwing it at his father. "The stakes are higher now, Tom, it's not just your life that you are going to ruin. Don't come crying to me when you screw things up again." He said with a hallow chuckle.

"Don't worry, I never expected you to be my father. You were always better at being a lawyer anyway. Knowing that, I am sure I can count on you to finish this up without me. Just send me the paperwork and the bill." Tommy said coldly. He stood up and walked out of the room, not bothering to look back.

Tommy stepped up into the black truck, putting it in gear before slowly backing out of the parking space. He still wasn't used to driving such a large vehicle. He thought back to his precious viper, sitting in his garage back in Toronto. His mind instantly replayed the various memories associated with his car. The day he picked up Jude at the school, rescuing her from the horrible band rendition of her first song, the trip up to the Harrison family farm, with Jude changing the radio station every three seconds, the driving lesson where Jude had almost killed the both of them. He smiled softly, wondering what she was doing now.

As he pulled out into traffic, Tommy fiddled with the radio. He stopped, letting a soft piano melody fill his car. The piano was joined by an acoustic guitar, creating a beautiful sound that enveloped Tommy, as he lost himself in the music. A voice drifted through the speakers, causing Tommy to nearly wreck.

A little glass angel lies shattered on the ground, crying crystal tears without a sound

"Jude." Tommy mouthed as he pulled the truck to the side of the road. He turned the radio up, listening intently as Jude's words found their way to his heart.

Perfect and priceless until the day, she fell from her heaven when he walked away

He lost himself in the words that she sang. Her pain washed through him as tears ran down his face. She is still there. He thought. I walked away, but she is still there, still hurting. I was the one who left and I am the only one who can go back.

She's not really living even though she's alive; she's just praying he returns, while she's trying to survive

He drifted back into his thoughts, allowing himself to feel the emotions he had locked inside of him at full force for the first time since he had left Canada. They were raw and painful, but they were also pure and beautiful. He felt a weight being lifted as he finally allowed himself to cry his own tears. He had mourned for Jude, for what he had done to her, for the broken bond between them, but never for himself.

"That was Glass Angel by Jude Harrison." The DJ said, his voice pulling Tommy out of his daze. "Another hit from the Canadian Superstar, and remember, you heard it first right here on 96.7 the hottest spot on the radio.

Tommy started the truck back up, a strange sense of calm settling over him. It was time to move on with his life. He couldn't go back. It was too late for that. His old life was gone, a distant memory. All that was left was the future, and he knew exactly where he wanted it to go.

"Angie, you need to gather up your things." Tommy said, walking through the front door. "We are going to Toronto."