/N: This is the end of the line for 'My Stupid Mouth.' I'm still toying with the idea of writing a sequel. Anyway your thoughts are always welcome. I don't own Instant Star, yadda yadda yadda.
Part 14
"Was it really 5 years ago?" Tommy thought to himself as he sipped his espresso and continued to read the article.
Flashback
It was around 2:00 am when he strolled through the door with a raven haired beauty clung tight around his body and lips attached to his neck. They made no attempts at being quiet. He used his foot to shove the door closed as they stumbled and giggled into the apartment with the scent of alcohol oozing from their skin. As they made their way to the dining room table he saw something out of place and ceased moving. "Why'd you stop?" she pouted. He ignored her and strode over to the table. His eyes quickly read the words over. "Get out." he said in a deadly voice. "We were just getting..." she said. He grabbed her wrist and looked down at her. "You're hurting me..." she wined. "Don't make me ask again." he said as he dropped her wrist and reread the unmistakable handwriting on the piece of paper before crumpling it and throwing it to the floor in disgust. He heard the door shut and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He walked to her room in a dazed state. He slowly opened the door. The bed had been made. He entered the closet; all her things were still there. He went into the bathroom. Her scent still lingered in the air. Her room like his heart was empty. He felt despair hit him in the chest. He cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and quickly made his way back to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cabinet and began to pour. He picked up the crumpled piece of paper and straightened it as best as he could before he read it one more time.
Tom,
I thought God had sent me an angel when you walked into my life. Your smile, your words, your eyes...I was wrong. Maybe it's better this way. I should thank you. Thank you for getting me off the streets, for giving me a home though brief a time it was, for giving me a job to show me that I could take care of myself. But most of all I should thank you for the lesson you taught me about the human heart. You taught me to guard it, to not wear it on my sleeve for others to see, to play with, and break the way you did mine. You taught me to be frozen and safe from pain, from feeling, from living. You taught me to move on the way you did so easily with countless others. Would you believe me if I told you how many letters I've tried to write before this one? Trees will have not died in vain if I can get through this. I've left everything that you gave me. You are out of my life. You have been since that day. You know the one that I am referring to. You asked me once what you were to me, so I'll tell you truthfully. You were everything. You were my hopes, my dreams, my moon, my stars; I thought you were the one to save me. It turns out I'm the only one that can do that for myself. I will learn to stand on my own. So, again, I give you my thanks. What else is left to say except for goodbye?
Goodbye.
Jude
End of Flashback
Jude's demo with Kwest was good enough for Darius Mills to sign the unknown for a 5 year contact; a contract that was coming to a close. Over the past 5 years Jude has enjoyed success. The songstress with a gift for words and a voice that makes grown men weep has swept the Grammy's year after year. After four successful arena tours, twenty number one hits, a handful of film roles, a clothing line, a perfume and cosmetics line, ownership of a hockey team, and the face and body of numerous advertisements the woman must be exhausted. When asked about what she does during her free time and she was happy to gab on and on about the various charities that she is involved with. St. Jude, perhaps? Asked if she was due for some R & R and she merely smiled. Whatever is in her future it is as bright and shining as she is.
Tommy closed the magazine, paid his bill, and headed back to the studio. When he arrived the place looked abandoned. The receptionist looked up and told him that everyone was in a meeting in the conference room. He walked to the conference room and saw most if not all of the studio's employees crammed tightly into the conference room. Darius nodded in his direction as he squeezed past the doorway. "Thank you Jude for the 5 successful years you've given this studio; you've made us all proud. We'll miss you. And no one would disagree that you deserve a break. So, I want everyone to join with me in wishing Jude success in whatever she chooses to do in her future. The door is always open here for you at G Major. Don't be a stranger." He said gruffly as he embraced her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He waited patiently in the corner as employees went to wish her congratulations and farewell. The crowd slowly began to ebb away until it was just the two of them. She waited for him to say something, but he merely stared at his shoes. She sighed and walked towards him. "Jude, your car is waiting." Kwest said he walked into the conference room. "Thanks." Jude said as she made her way past Tommy. She stopped at the doorway and looked at him. "Goodbye." She said softly. He didn't respond, but then she never expected him to. She straightened her shoulders and left the conference room. Panic overtook his body as his brain finally registered that he may never see her again. He trailed behind her at a distance of about ten feet and stopped once he reached the entrance doors watching her intently. He watched as she walked towards the car, got inside, closed the door, and out of his life for good as the car pulled away from the lot while he stood rooted to where he was standing. "Goodbye." He said softly.
La Fin.
