"No!" he screamed.

Sadie began to cry and clung to Kwest's body, as he choked back his own tears.

"You're sure it's her?"

"Almost positive. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Tommy set the phone down and sunk into the couch. His hands roamed through his hair as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. His heart-rate increased, and his breathing came in short gasps as he held the tears back. He stood up and paced the room, trying not to let even a single tear fall.

"Tommy-"

"She's dead."

Sadie made a choking sound as she ran to the bathroom to vomit.

"She's gone Kwest, she's really gone."

"I'm dead?" Jude screamed as she read the newspaper Jamie had thrown at her.

"It's turning out to be even more perfect than I thought it would be."

"This is sick!"

"It's the perfect plan. We leave tonight."

"And where do you think you're taking me?"

"Getting brave are we? When I first brought you here you barely said a word, now I can't get you to shut-up."

"Get used to it. Tommy will find me."

"Look at page eight babe."

She glared at him as she quickly flipped through the pages and saw a picture of Tommy, weeping in his car. "Oh God," she whispered to herself as her eyes skimmed the article.

"21-year-old, Jude Harrison Andrews, was found dead in an abandoned alley early Tuesday morning. A messy split with her husband, Jamie Andrews, is known, and he is the main suspect in the case. At the time of her death, she was living with former flame, Tom Quincy. When asked about Ms. Harrison's murder his voice faltered. "I just can't believe he would do anything like this to her."

"You have no hope Jude. Nothing. Tommy thinks you're dead."

"No he doesn't. He can't!" she cried.

"You're finally mine Jude, all mine."

"I wish you would have killed me along with Lily then!" she spat.

"Oh, that can be arranged quite easily Jude. Be careful what you wish for."

"Why are you doing this Jamie?"

"I don't need a reason."

"No normal person would do this for no reason."

"Who ever said I was normal?"

It had been two weeks since Jude's murder. Tommy had gone through the motions of his daily life, as a zombie. Darius barred him from the studio for a month, which while he thought he was helping Tommy, he was really making everything worse. Without the studio, Tommy had nothing to do. He paced around his house for hours on end. Half the time he'd end up in sobs, that threatened to cut his air supply off. He missed Jude so much. His house was filled with flowers and cards he had recieved from adoring fans, telling him how sorry they were for Jude's death, and how they had been rooting for them as a couple since she had won Instant Star. He still couldn't grasp the fact that she was really dead. She was really gone, and never coming back. Something kept tugging at him, something told him that there was something more to this than met the naked eye.

Jamie had taken Jude to Cuba two days after her supposed murder was made public. They lived in a small house and most of the time Jude was tied up and as usual Jamie beat her whenever the mood arose. She was waiting for him to leave on one of his many "business deals" so she could call Tommy and tell him where she was. She didn't know how much longer she could go through this hell. She needed to hear his strong voice, the one that could turn from sultry to sweet in a matter of seconds. She missed everything about him. Not only did she think about Tommy, she thought about her parents, and Sadie. Sadie would be about four months pregnant. Sometimes Jude would cry, knowing she would probably never see her little niece or nephew.

"I have to go out tonight," Jamie said, tightly tying her wrists to a chair.

"Where to this time? Off to buy some more drugs?" she sneered.

"Shut-up bitch!" He slapped her across the face, and held tight to her shoulders. "Listen to me. What I do outside of this house, or even it it, does not concern you."

Jude looked away, forcing herself away from his glassy stare. He had been drinking again, which didn't really surprise her. She just hoped this time he would drink enough and get high enough that he'd pass out before he got to her.

After Jamie left the house, Jude tried to untie herself. Just when she was about to give up, the thin rope started to give way. A sigh of relief was emitted from her body as she reached for the phone on the bedside table. Once she grabbed it, she frantically dialed Tommy's number.

"Hello."

Jude started sobbing just at the sound of his voice.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Tommy."

No, it can't be, he thought to himself. "Who is this?"he warily asked.

"It's...it's Jude."

"But you're..."

"No I'm not. I'll tell you the whole story later, but you have to find me Tommy."

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere in Cuba."

"That really narrows it down," he muttered to himself. "Okay, I'll think of something Jude. I promise."

"Don't hang up," she insisted.

"Jude, what's wrong?"

"I miss you."

"Oh God, honey, I do too. I never thought I'd hear you're voice again," Tommy said, letting his voice break.

The thought of Tommy crying over her, made Jude sob even more. "I don't want to be here anymore."

"Do you think you can escape somehow? At least make it to the states?"

"How? I have no money."

Jude heard a knock at the door. Fear ran down her spine.

"Jude, are you still there? What's going on?"