"I don't want to go through that ever again Tommy."

"And you won't have to. You're going to come live with me for awhile, and if Jamie ever comes to get you, he'll wish he was never born."

"Thanks Tommy."

"Anytime. Do you still want me to stay?"

Jude gently nodded and layed her head back on the pillow.

"That's not a problem. I'm going to go grab a blanket, I'll be right back."

Tommy slowly sauntered out to the nurse's station and politely asked for a blanket. Thoughts ran through his head. How could Jamie be so cruel to someone like Jude? Jamie had hurt her so much, and Tommy wasn't sure he'd ever be able to help her get over it.

He quietly walked into the room and saw that Jude was already fast asleep. A small smile creeped upon his face as he gently pulled the covers over her lanky body and tenderly kissed her forehead.

The next morning Tommy awoke to see Jude sitting up in bed watchin MTV.

"Hey sleepyhead," she said.

"Hi. Watcha watching?"

"Jamie squirming on TRL while the dj quizzes him about our relationship."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, wanna know what bullshit he's spewing now?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway."

"He said he loves me more than his life, and he would never dream of hurting me. Ironic huh?" Jude asked, her blood boiling.

Tommy grabbed the remote and flicked the television off. "You've got to press charges Jude. It's the only way."

"No. I'm going to file divorce. Something I never thought I'd do, especially not after what my parents went through."

"Well, I guess that's a start."

"Can you go find out when I can get out of here?" Jude said, changing the subject.

"Yeah."

Within minutes of leaving the room, Tommy was back with an answer.

"So, when can I leave?"

"Today if you want."

"Finally. I'm really beginning to hate this place."

"Do you want to stop by your apartment and grab a few things before we go to my house?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Jude yelled from the bathroom. She quickly changed into a dark pair of Silver jeans, and a black hooded sweatshirt, before she bounded back into the main room.

"In a bit of a hurry?" Tommy laughed at her.

"Nah, why'd you say that?" she said out of breath.

"Come on girl," Tommy said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the hospital.

On the way to Jude's apartment, her newest song came on the radio. Her eyes went wide with shock and terror.

"Tommy, why is this on the radio?"

"Because you recorded it."

"No! No, this isn't happening. You have to upll it Tommy."

"Jude, why? What's wrong?"

"Jamie is going to kill me!"

"Jude, he can't touch you anymore. You're going to live with me.

"I know I'm going to live with you, but what's to say he won't find me? You can't babysit me all the time Tommy. You have a life of your own."

"Jude my life, is my work," he said, not bothering to admit that she was his world.

"But-"

"Jude, just calm down and trust me," he said as he pulled into his driveway. He had always thought his house was nice, and right for him. But, it wasn't exactly what you'd expect from Little Tommy Q, former BoyzAttack member. It was a three story, white, colonial house, with pale brown shutters. The inside was plain and simple. Four bedrooms, two baths, a dining room, kitchen, and a living room. With a little help from his older sister, he had finally gotten it decorated about three months before Jude had moved in, while they were dating.

Jude walked into the quaint house, memories flooding over her. When Tommy and her had been a couple, she'd lived here for ten months, two weeks, and three days, exactly. She had never realized how much she missed Tommy's presence and the masculinity of the house. She took a deep breath and set her bags on the floor.

Tommy watched Jude's every move as he locked the door behind him. He rarely locked himself in hiw own house, but he knew Jude would feel safer. He quickly looked down at his watch and realized it was close to dinnertime. "Do you want to grab a bit to eat of just chill out here?"

"I'd rather stay here if that's uh okay."

"Of course it is. Hungry for anything special?" he called, while rolling up his sleeves and walking into the kitchen.

"Not really I guess," Jude said, nonchalantly following him.

"Phone or cook?" he asked, a frequent question they asked each other while they were living together.

"Whatever you want Tommy."

"I think I liked it better when you were disagreeable," he said as he gave her a cocky grin.

Jude gave him a wan smile. "Fine, I would love some of your homemade Italian food," Jude said, referring to his famous pizza in particular.

"Pizza it is then," he said as he grabbed two tomatoes from the fridge.

"Thank you Tommy," she said, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek. "I'm going to go unpack. Which bedroom do you want me to have?"

"Whichever one you want, but I would suggest the one with the adjoining bathroom."

"Thank you for your suggestion," Jude said, grabbing her things and marching down the hallway.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he chopped the ingredients for the pizza.

She slowly placed her clothes in the spacious closet and the armoir. Once she was finished, she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her left eye was still a bit swollen, but now it had turned a purplish black color. Jude sighed and ran a hand alongside her burised face. The incessant ring of her ceel phone startled her and she walked into her room to find it.

"Hello."

"Hell my darling wife."

"Jamie, don't call me anymore," she said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.

"Oh? Why not? You made me look like a fool on national television and then I heard your new song. I never hurt you that bad Jude. You know you love me and when I hit you you deserved it."

"I do not love you!" she screamed.

While Tommy was busy making pizza, he heard Jude yelling at someone. By the time he entered her room, she was curled into a ball, sobbing.

"Jude, honey, what's wrong?" he said, kneeling on the floor and pulling Jude into his arms.

"He called. He's never going to leave me alone."

Tommy kept silent and rocked Jude in his arms, a futile attempt to calm her down. "Calm down sweetie, everything will be okay. I promise."

"You...can't promise anything like that!"

"Jude, you have to turst me and believe me when I say he'll never hurt you again," he said as he rubbed her shoulder.

"How am I supposed to believe that? Jamie will always be there."

"You have to trust me Jude."