WOW! Okay , so I was like "yeah, I'll wait until I get 60 reviews, 'cuz I know that won't happen any time soon…"
Haha thanks SO MUCH for the revies it really is a confidence booster about the story.
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The next morning, Jude couldn't move. She was tired from her hangover, and sore from what Aiden had done. She didn't want to tell herself that she had just gotten raped…she was in denial. A knock came from the door, and she refused to get up. Never mind the fact that she couldn't move, she simply felt no need to go anywhere. She just wanted to lay and rot in her hotel room. Less than a minute later, Speed ran into the room.
"Jude! Get up! We're leaving in like, an hour!", he looked at the bed to see Jude laying in bed with the covers pulled over her head. He went and sat down next to her.
"Jude", he lightly shook her. She was awake, but didn't want to get out of bed. Still, Speed thought that she was still asleep. He brushed some hair away from her face, and ran his hand down her cheek. He leaned closer to her.
"Dude, Jude! Get up", he said in her ear. Still no response. He did what he always did when they were on tour. He got on top of her.
"JUDE, GET OUT OF BED!", he yelled, grabbing her sides underneath the covers. By now, Jude had had enough.
Her eyes snapped open and she pushed Speed off of her.
"Don't touch me", she hissed, "Get out. How did you even get in here, Vincent? ", she held up the covers over her naked body. Her eyes were cold, and her face was tearstained.
He shuddered at the use of his first name "Sorry dude,but you weren't downstairs and I had a key to your room from last night. Plus you wouldn't get up. Now get your ass into some clothes and meet us downstairs in an hour". He walked out of the room, wondering what had just happened. Jude had never acted like that before, not even after Jamie died. Something was different about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
An Hour LaterJude trekked down to the hotel lobby with her bags, and the guys loaded them for her. She looked like hell, and nobody failed to let her know. Tommy came down about ten minutes later, Ivy in hand and they were smiling and laughing. Jude was sitting on a chair in the lobby eating a bagel, waiting for everybody else to get down before she got on the bus.
"Hey, girl", Tommy said as him and Ivy sat down on the couch next to her.
Jude looked up, acknowledging the couple. Ivy eyed Jude. She could tell that something was different about the girl she had considered a threat last night. It was something in her eyes. She just decided to shrug it off.
"Have a rough night, Jude?", Tommy asked her, studying her appearance. The girl he saw last night who looked lively and vivacious seemed to have dissipated over night. In front of him he saw a girl who was in baggy sweats, Her hair was limp and she wore no makeup. Her face held the slightest traces that she had been crying. He figured all this was just from the hangover she must have, but something wasn't sitting right. Her eyes were dead, something he knew was odd even if he had only known her a week.
"I'm fine", Jude said softly in monotone. Minutes later, the two bands and Ivy went on the bus. The bus ride to Toronto was going to be long, but they'd experienced worse. Jude was exhausted. She just wanted to sleep, but she felt strangely inspired. She reached inside her backpack and pulled out her diary, and began writing ferociously. After about an hour, she fell asleep.
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Six hours later, the group reached Toronto, home sweet home. Everybody had a welcome back party…. except for Jude. She looked around to see if anybody from her family had bothered to come, and sighed when she realized they hadn't. She grabbed her bags and started walking.
"Jude!", she heard someone yell after her. She just kept walking. A few moments later, Tom Quincy was standing in front of her, slightly out of breath.
"Jude, where are you walking, the building is that way…", he said looking at her. He hadn't failed to notice that she refused to look at him in the eye.
"Yeah, well…home is this way", she said quietly. She picked up her bag and continued walking.
"You don't have a ride?", he asked, surprised. Jude looked up at him for the first time.
"Look around Tommy, everybody's gone but you and Ivy, I obviously don't have a ride", she said snippily.
He decided to ignore the condescending tone in her voice. "Let me give you a ride", he said. She looked up at him, surprised. She knew they had become friends, but she still felt bad.
"It's out of the way for you, it's just a half hour walk", she said as she continued.
"Jude, don't be stupid. I'm giving you a ride", he took her bag from her and put it in the car that was waiting for him. She laughed slightly at the large Hummer that was in front of her.
"Iv, I'm gonna give Jude a ride", Tommy said as he got into the driver's seat. Ivy, who was sitting in the passanger's seat shrugged.
"Right onto Hillcrest, Tommy", Jude said quietly.
"Whatever….Nobody came to get you, Jude?", she asked rather rudely. Jude who had been staring intently at her hands spoke quietly.
"Well, umm, I'm sure there was something up, you know. I mean I don't mean to be a burden by asking Tom to give me a ride- oh, left here Tommy", she said.
Tommy pulled into her street, and she directed him to her house.
"Jude, are you sure that this is your house?", Tommy asked, confused.
"Yeah, why?", she said as she hauled her bags out of the trunk.
"Well…Jude this house is for sale…", he said.
"WHAT!", she hit her head on the trunk. Jude pulled her bag out and tried to stay calm.
" Oh, I'm sure my mom mentioned this to me", she said. Tommy wasn't convinced. This scene was all too familiar to him, except he hadn't even seen the for sale sign. He just saw it empty.
"Are you gonna be okay, Jude?", he looked at her, concerned.
"Tommy", Ivy whined, "Can we get going!" Tommy looked up at his girlfriend and looked down at his artist.
She shook it off. "Yeah, Tom. I'll be fine"
"TOMMY!", Ivy whined even louder. He sighed and got back into the car, and pulled out of the driveway.
"Jude if you need anything, just call…oh an don't forget. Studio 9 am tomorrow, we have to get to work", he said. She nodded, and he gassed it.
She looked at the house. "Everything's okay", she kept repeating under her breath. She walked slowly up to the front door and opened it. It was never open. She let herself inside, and was greeted with an empty house, only a couch in the living room, and a note on the floor.
Dear Jude,
I'm sorry you have to find out like this, but I needed to get out. I've married somebody, Jude. He's fantastic, his name is Don and he was my divorce lawyer. Sadie is in university, so you can just crash on the couch for a couple weeks, right? I'll be home soon, Jude. Italy will be amazing, I can't WAIT! I'm sure you've noticed the house is empty, honey… we're selling. I'll talk to you when I get home from my honeymoon.
Love,
Mom
The letter was in chicken scratch, as if her mother had just written the letter. She looked around and sighed, picked up her bags and went to the one place she always knew was open: The practice space.
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"What was that all about, Ivy?", Tommy yelled, "Why were you so rude to Jude?"
Ivy shrugged, "I don't know what in hell you're talking about Tommy"
"Don't play dumb with me! 'Oh so nobody came to get you?' Nobody ever came to pick ME up!", he roared. Ivy was taken aback. What was UP with Tommy lately?
"Tom, what's wrong with you? So, I was rude to some 18 year old. Big deal, she'll get over it. Or she should, at least. I mean, come on."
Tommy was getting more furious by the minute.
"For one, she's 19. Secondly, she just got back from tour! NO need to welcome her home like that!" , he said.
"Well, at least I welcomed her home unlike her shitty family!", Ivy screamed back.
Tommy looked at her in disbelief.
"I'm taking a shower", he said slowly, and made his way to the bathroom.
Why was he sticking up for Jude so much? He never even really spoke up for Ivy like this. Something was different, he just wished he knew what.