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Chapter 2: Ring my bell

"DAMN IT!" Georgia screamed hanging up the phone. "TOM! Where is she?"

"Um, she's probably on her way," Tommy suggested.

"Then why isn't she answering her cell phone?" Georgia snapped.

"She's probably really close, or maybe she can't find it at the moment."

"Well, there better be a good reason."

"I'm sure there is." He kept the smile on his face until Georgia had walked away. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed Jude's number. "C'mon, pick up, pick up."

"Hey, it's Jude, leave a message!" That was followed by a beep.

"Jude, hey, Georgia is freaking. Where are you? I got to go. Love you." He hung up, fear growing within him. He called her again. This time someone answered.

"Hello, Police Chief Garret speaking," the man on the other side of the line said.

"P-police chief?" Tommy stuttered. "Is Jude in trouble?"

"No…" His voice was hesitant. "She was hit by a car."

Tom was holding back tears. "Where is she?"

"Do you know where G Major Studios is?"

"Yeah, I'm there right now."

"It's one street over."

"Thank you, I'll be there in a minute." He hung up the phone as tears started falling from his eyes.

"Tommy, what's going on?" Georgia asked coming into the lobby.

He started hovering towards the door. "Um, Jude… Car… Hit…" He ran through the door with Georgia right behind him. They could hear the sirens blaring from the street over.

They stopped on the corner. There were so many police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks on that one street corner. There was a white car parked in the middle and one ambulance's back doors were open.

He found a police officer and said, "I just called my girlfriend's cell and Police Chief Garret answered. I'm looking for Jude Harrison."

"She's over there," the officer said, pointing to the back of the open ambulance.

"Thanks…" He mumbled. He didn't know what to think. What had happen?

"I'm sure she's fine," Georgia told him.

They walked over to the back of the ambulance just to hear the word, "Clear!" being shouted by one of the paramedics which was followed by what sound like a jolt.

And there she was, lying on the table in the ambulance. She was surrounded by paramedics and machinery that Tommy didn't recognize. There was a slow, high-pitch beeping coming from one machine.

"Her heart rate is slowing down," a paramedic called.

"Tommy, are you okay?" Georgia asked.

"I'm fine," he said stiffly.

"Clear!" The paramedic yelled again before pressing the paddles to her chest.

"Her heart rate is still slowing!" Another paramedic shouted.

"Give it a minute!" The first one replied. And with that, the slow, high-pitched beeping turned to a long beep, signaling that her heart had stop. "Damn, we lost her."

Tommy could feel his own heart skip a beat. "Sh –she's d- dead?" He asked the paramedic.

The man looked out to Tommy. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tommy Quincy, Jude is my girlfriend," Tommy said.

The paramedic gave him an interesting look. "Was your girlfriend."

"Um, what happened?" Georgia asked, taking the focus off Tommy.

"We're guessing a drunk-driver. No one was in the car when we arrived. We checked the plates but it's a rental car."

"So we have no idea who did it?"

"No clue, but if we find anything out, we'll let you know. G Major Studios, right?"

"Yes."

Tommy zoned out the rest of the conversation and focused on Jude, lying lifelessly in the back of the ambulance. The other paramedics placed a white sheet over Jude's body, indicating that there was no more that could be done for her.

He zoned back into the conversation. "Is it at all possible to see her?"

The paramedic looked at Tom like he had grown a second head. "Uh, sure." He motioned to the open ambulance.

Tommy and Georgia climbed in the back of the ambulance and sat next to her lifeless body. He pulled the white sheet back down so he could see her face. There was a line of blood across her forehead but she looked good.

Tears started to fall from his eyes. "It's not fair."

AN: Poor Tommy. Next chapter is going to pick up right where this one left, none of that jumping straight to the funeral. Anyways, R&R!