"Someone's here," she whispered into the phone.
"Don't hang up Jude."
"I have to go Tommy."
"Jude, no," he said as he heard the distinct click of the phone.
"Shit," he cursed as he ran his fingers through his thick hair. Jude, his Jude, was alive. He had to find her. He quickly picked the phone up and called Speed.
"We're going to what?"
"We're going to Cuba," Tommy said.
"Why?"
"Jude's alive."
"Tommy, you and I both know what Jamie did. We saw her."
"I can't explain it, but it wasn't her. Jamie has her in Cuba."
"So you suggest we go to a country, on a wild goose chase? Do you realize how hard it is to get into Cuba?"
"Yes I realize all that. But we have to go."
"Fine," Speed said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Jude huddled herself into a corner and waited for the person to enter the small house. Her whole body shook with fear and anticipation as the door inched open. She saw a middle-aged couple walk into the room. The woman was heavy-set with long brown hair and a plain face. The man was tall with dark skin and short brown hair.
"Who are you?"
"I...I'm Jude Harrison."
"Why are you in our house?" The man asked, with a thick Cuban accent.
The woman hit her husband in the arm and stared at him. "Can't you see she's hurt?" She said, going on to scold him in a language Jude couldn't understand. She walked over to Jude and gently helped her to her feet. "What happened?"
Jude told her the entire story. From Jamie kidnapping her, Lily's murder, and their trip to Cuba. She found out the couple had been on vacation in the states, and were coming back to their house.
"Can you help me get out of here?" Jude asked quietly.
"Of course mija," Maria said. "Carlos, go get the car."
Maria helped her out of the house and looked at her broken wrist. "We need to get you to a hospital. You're skin and bones!"
Jude attempted to smile as Maria helped her into the car. She worried about what Jamie would do when he found out she had escaped.
Carlos and Maria took her to the hospital and she was immediately admitted. They had given her a slight sedative and Jude was attempting to converse with Maria and Carlos.
She wrote a phone number on a piece of paper, and handed it to Maria before she fell asleep.
"Hello," Tommy answered his cell phone. They had just gotten off the plane in Florida, and were about to board a boat to get to Cuba.
"Hi. I think you know Jude Harrison?" she asked.
"Yes! Do you know anything about her?" Tommy frantically asked.
"She's in the hospital."
"Where?"
"Havana, Cuba."
"Thank you so much," Tommy said before hanging up.
Tommy and Speed paced around the hospital waiting room in Havana, waiting to recieve the okay to go and see Jude. He had met Maria and Carlos and thanked them profusely for rescuing Jude. Finally, being the impatient person he was, he found Jude's room and inched into it. The toll of being in captivity for over a month had definitely changed her. She was pale and thinn, with a blue cast on her wrist. He walked over to her and picked up her opposite hand, gently bringing it up to his lips and placing a heartfelt kiss on it.
Jude stirred and opened her eyes. "Tommy!"
"Jude, I missed you so much,"Tommy said, bringing her into his arms.
"I want to go home."
"We will, as soon as you're better."
"I'm fine. Please? I just want to get out of here," she said, close to tears.
"Okay...I'll go see what I can do," he said, exiting the room. "Speed can you go sit with her?"
"Course," he said quietly.