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Title: It Could Be You

Chapter Seven: Don't Tell Anyone

Rating: T

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Jamie and Jude were sitting in her living room watched television. They were sitting on the couch; Jude rested her head on Jamie's shoulder.

"I can't find anything good." Jude said, flipping through channels. Eventually she shut it off completely. "Jamie, can I ask you something?"

Jamie looked down at her, "Of course."

"You didn't tell anyone right?" Jude asked.

"Tell anyone…" Jamie felt a pain in his stomach. "Oh. No I didn't."

Jude nodded her head, looking at the floor.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Jude looked at him.

"Did you do it again?" Jamie asked.

They both looked at each other for a moment.

She choked on her words, "Ye…Ye…Yes."

"Juuude." Jamie seemed mad at first but he collected himself. He was hurt. "Please stop."

Jude couldn't stand the sadness in his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"If you don't stop then I will be forced to tell someone," Jamie told her. "You need help. You are hurting yourself this is dangerous."

"I kind of wish you didn't know," Jude admitted. "Now you can see that I'm a horrible person."

"No," Jamie gently touched her chin, moving her to face him. "You are beautiful and you will get through this. We are…"

Again, Jamie didn't know what to call them.

"We've been best friends since kindergarten," Jamie said. "I'm glad that I know. You need to remember that I am here for you no matter what."

"I know," Jude replied. "I just don't want to hurt you."

Jude rethought what she just said. If I don't want to hurt him then why am I thinking about Tommy right now?

Jude stood up and walked into the kitchen. Jamie got up a few seconds later and followed her. He saw her standing next to the opened silverware drawer, holding a knife in her hand.

"Jude!" Jamie called out, angrily. "What did we just talk about!"

"I'm mad at myself," Jude responded, crying. "I have to."

"What you have to do is give me the knife," Jamie said, stepping closer to her. He spoke sternly, "Now."

They were both started by the door bell.

"Jude put it down so you can answer the door." Jamie demanded.

"I have to do this first." Jude said, the knife reflected the sunlight from the window.

"Jude," Jamie said. "I'm not going to ask again, give it to me."

"No Jamie."

Jamie approached her, "Give it to me!"

Jamie grabbed Jude as she struggled to pull away. He was behind her holding her by her arms. Jude was facing the kitchen counter.

"Stop it!" Jude screamed. "Let me go!"

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Jude and Jamie both turned around to see Tommy. Jamie let go of Jude who quietly put the knife down on the counter. She rubbed her arms which hurt from Jamie holding them so tightly.

Tommy walked up to Jamie and pushed him hard against the wall, he held him there pointing a finger in his face. "You get the hell out of here." Tommy let go of Jamie.

Jamie began to walk towards Jude when Tommy grabbed him again and shove him against the wall. "I think I just told you to leave." Tommy glared at him, his eyes burned with hate.

Jamie held up his hands, surrendering. He looked at Jude, with a voice almost as angry as Tommy's he spoke, "Good thing I can keep a secret."

Jude watched her best friend walk out of the room. She heard her front door slam shut.

"Jude," Tommy walked to her and hugged her. "What was he doing to you?"