The pills and cutting became an after concert ritual for Jude. She would perform her set and rush back to the hotel. cut a little, pop some pills, and fall into a fitful sleep. She acted happy but withdrawn when she was in public. Her performances recieved rave reviews, but she still wasn't happy.

Kwest walked into Jude's dressing room one night after a performance to check if she had left anything when he had found the empty bottles. Two empty bottles of prescription Oxycontin. He knew he should call Jude out on it, but he knew she'd just deny it.

It had been a little over two months since Tommy had left and a month into her tour. With each passing day the knife of pain was wrenched into her heart deeper. She knew Kwest was keeping something about Tommy from her, she just didn't know what.

About two and a half months into her tour, she was told she would have to perform with Shay the next night.

"No way!" Jude cried "I won't do it!"

"You have to Jude. Georgia's hands are tied and Darius wants more PR for Shay," Kwest tried to explain.

"I don't care if Shay needs a kidney I won't do it!" Jude yelled.

"I know you don't want to, but you have no choice."

"So you're saying tomorrow I have to sing with Shay?"

"Yes," Kwest said with a defeated look. "We'll make it the first song so you can get it over with."

"Fine," she stomped off to her room and threw herself onto her bed.

Kwest pulled out his cell phone and called Tommy.

"Hey Kwest what's goin on?" he saked in a cheery voice.

"Look Tommy. You need to get your shit together and get your ass to Montreal!"

Tommy knew something was up when Kwest swore, he never used bad language. "What's so important?"

"Somethings wrong with Jude."

"What? I just talked to you this morning!"

"First off, she has to perform with Shay tomorrow night and I really think you should be there."

"Okay, what else?"

"I keep finding empty pill bottles Tommy. Everywhere, in her rooms, on the bus, backstage."

"What?" Tommy said, his voice filled with concern and rage.

"I don't know what to do Tommy. If I call her out on it she'll just deny it."

"Wow," Tommy said as he paced his living room.

"You need to talk to her or be here, just do something instead of hiding."

"I'm not hiding Kwest!"

"Bullshit Tommy. You care about Jude and it scares the hell out of you"

"That's not the only reason I left. My brother came back to town and I didn't want to face him."

"Either way you ran and your hiding Tommy."

"I know Kwest," Tommy said as he sat down in a chair. "So what do you want me to do Kwest? You know she hates me because I left."

"Then why does she ask me if you called me everyday, and everyday I have to lie to her?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll come to the concert in Montreal. I'm only about fifteen minutes away."

"Good."

"Not so good Kwest. I don't know what's going to happen when I see her."

"Don't worry Tommy. Look I have to go figure out what's going on tomorrow night."

"Alright, thanks."

"Anytime."

Jude sat on the bathroom floor with a razor in her hand. Tears poured from her eyes as she made quick slices on her arms.

"Jude can we talk?"

She gasped as she heard Shay's voice.

"No!" she yelled back.

Shay used the key Darius had given him and opened the door. He saw the bathroom light on and opened the door. He was shocked at the sight he saw. Jude was standing over the sink washing blood off her arm.

"Jude."

"Shay, get out!"

"No way Shorty! What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said as she quickly rolled her sleeve down her arm.

Shay grabbed her arm and she winced. He gently rolled her sleeve up. What he saw disturbed him. "Why Jude? Why are you doing this?"

"I miss him," she said as she fell apart.

Shays muscular arms wrapped around her small frail body as he held her tight. Her sobs rang through the room. "It's going to be okay Shorty," he said as he smoothed her hair.