A/N: After this chapter, there is only one more to go and this part of the fic is done. I'm going to be continuing this in a sequel called Shattered Reality, so check it out once I post it. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I have to stress, the chapter rating of this needs to raise a level. It's slightly more adult themed than the rest of the story and I don't recommend it for the young-ins. You have been warned. Enjoy

Chapter 27

Later that night

Kavann's was bursting with people. About half way through the night, all the girls in the building had recognized Tommy and was currently swarming him. Jude had went off to the restroom, leaving him to beat off the girls who were throwing themselves at his feet. She trusted Tommy enough to know he would turn them down, or at least, she hoped he would. She almost made it to the restroom, when she felt someone grab her arm. She gasped and spun around. She felt slightly better when she saw the person who was there was her ex-producer, Marc Snow.

"Marc, hi." Jude said, confused as to why he was there.

"Hi Jude. I saw you sing, and I thought I'd say hi." He said, smiling sweetly at her.

"Thanks. Um, how have you been?" Jude asked politely, glancing at the crowd behind him to see if someone from G Major was around who could rescue her. No one was in sight.

"I've been good." Marc said, and he grabbed Jude's arm, and his fingers trailed down it, almost like a lover, and massaged her fingers once his touched hers.

"Marc, what are you doing?" She asked, feeling panic grip her and tore her arm away from his in alarm.

"You're supposed to be mine Jude." He said, and something about his eyes made Jude spin around and walk hurriedly away from him. I'll find Tommy, and I'll be ok. I just have to get She felt his hands on her arm and she pulled it roughly away from him.

"Don't touch me." She said, the threat evident in her voice.

"Now now Jude." Marc purred to her, and slid an arm around her waist. Jude tried to struggle away from him, but he held her fast. Marc kissed her forcibly, and she could taste the alcohol on him and it made her sick. Not just the fact the man was drinking, but because he thought she was his possession. She was no one's possession. Not even Tommy's. She struggled to get away, but he held her fast. She felt his tongue brush her closed lips, and she thought she was going to hurl. He broke away from her, and his eyes were glazed from alcohol and the drunken high.

"Marc, you're drunk." Jude said, feeling her heart pound and the fear nearly consumed her.

"No…no Jude." He said, petting her hair. He grabbed her roughly and led her through the club and towards the back door.

"Marc, let me go!" Jude said, struggling against him. He grabbed her wrist tighter and Jude thought she'd end up with a bruise. He pulled her out the door and into the alleyway that ran beside the club. "Marc, Marc, I need to go" She was cut off by him kissing her once again. He took full advantage of her open mouth and plunged his tongue into her, and Jude bit down hard, in an attempt to make him stop. He pulled back in rage and smacked her across the face. Jude's vision blurred and she fell to the pavement, black dots dancing before her eyes.

"You like it rough girl? I'll give you rough." He said, coming back to her. He knelt down on top of her, and Jude beat on his chest with her fists, but her efforts were in vain. He grabbed her hands, tightly in one arm and hit her again with the other so hard he knocked the wind out of her. Her struggling ceased as she tried to recover. He ripped the front of her shirt open and undid the belt on her jeans. Jude got her bearings and struggled once again. He hit her once again and Jude blacked out for a moment from the force of the blow. When she regained consciousness, Marc was kissing her again, and she was acutely aware of the cold air that surrounded her; and her lack of shirt and jeans. She struggled again and shoved him roughly away. Marc advanced towards her, pulled her up and shoved her into the brick wall behind her. Jude let out a cry of pain and closed her eyes, tears beginning to fill up. She let out a sob and Marc's arms were ripped away from her. She collapsed to the ground, not knowing what was going on, but relieved to have the man gone from her. She pulled her legs to her chest and put her head on her knees and rocked herself while sobbing quietly.

Moments later, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she began flailing her arms in fear. "No!" She screamed, as hands tried to grab her arms. She was too afraid to look, didn't want to look in the eyes of the man who was about to rape her.

"Jude," A voice said, soft and comforting. She stopped struggling and opened her eyes, her vision was blurry from tears, but she knew who was before her. She flung her arms around Tommy's neck and buried her face in his chest and cried. His arms wrapped around her and he held her to him, stroking her hair and whispering words of comfort. Jude's sobs quieted after a couple of minutes and Tommy's arms moved from her and Jude whimpered from the lack of warmth his arms gave her. "Let go Jude." Tommy said, and she realized she was holding his jacket in tight fists. She started shaking and Tommy coaxed her hands off his coat. He quickly slid out of it and wrapped it around her shoulders and Jude pulled her arms through the sleeves and went back to the safety of his arms. She didn't want to leave his embrace because then she knew she would have to face the world; at least here, in Tommy's arms, she was safe.

"Is she ok?" A second voice asked. Jude glanced up and saw Kwest was standing beside Tommy. She buried her head in this chest again, not wanting to face the world, face the questions that would be brought before her.

"No, she's not." Tommy said honestly, turning his attention back to her. He said quietly and coaxingly, like talking to a small child and said "Jude, do you think you can stand up?" She didn't say anything, but pulled him closer, if possible. "I'm not going anywhere Girl, we need to get you out of here, ok? We'll go back to my place, and get you cleaned up, but I need you to get up, ok?" Tommy said, and Jude nodded against him. "OK, we'll do it together, ok? On the count of 3…1…2…3" Tommy and Jude both stood up, rather shakily. Jude continued to hold onto Tommy, which made him almost fall, but Kwest balanced the pair. Tommy gave Kwest a look of thanks. Tommy adjusted himself and picked up Jude, her arms still around his neck, cradle like.

"I'll stay here until the cops get here." Kwest said, glaring at Marc's prone form. Tommy nodded.

"Thanks man."

"I can't believe that scum actually worked at G Major." Kwest said, shaking his head. Tommy looked pained and kissed the top of Jude's head, and carried her out of the alleyway, the police sirens getting closer.