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Chapter 6

3 years Later

Jude was in her father's New York apartment. She sat at her desk, working on her last homework assignment for the semester. She was currently enrolled in NYU and taking classes in Music. She was thinking about becoming a music teacher so she could still work with her passion. She hadn't recorded a song in three years and her guitar sat in its case in the back of her closet, gathering dust.
She refused to play, to write, to do anything that would remind her of Lil Tommy Q. She could hear her father and Yvette yelling from down the hall. She sighed heavily and tried to drown out the yelling, but try as she might, she couldn't help but over hear some of the conversation.
"…She's still moping around!" her father yelled and Jude frowned. She couldn't hear any more and she got up out of her seat and opened her bedroom door, hoping she could hear more of the conversation that way.
"…heartbroken Stuart! Let the poor girl be!" Yvette yelled and Jude wondered for a moment who they were talking about, but her step mother's next words cleared any confusion up for Jude. "Jude is an emotional woman, give her time Stuart."
"She's had three years!" He yelled, and Jude balked. Three years? That was when…realization hit Jude like a ton of bricks. Tommy's sudden coldness was now made clear. It was her father; her father was the one she should be blaming. Not her love. "Three years and she hasn't gone out with another guy, Yvette, I'm worried about her." Stuart said, his voice quieter this time. Jude couldn't stand to hear more and ran into her room, shutting the door. She sat on her bed and buried her head in her hands.
Of course it was dad, how could I have been so blind? Why didn't I…She let out a sob and couldn't continue her thoughts. Regret of leaving Tommy three years ago now shadowing her thoughts. Jude cried for a long moment for all the wrong choices made in the last three years. She abruptly stopped crying and felt anger wash over her. Her father had broken up the one thing that made her life worth while. Her father ruined her happiness and her father pressured Tommy into…doing what he did. She wanted to know how. She needed answers and she was determined to get them, anyway possible.

For the rest of the day, Jude mentally prepared herself for the fight she would have with her father later that evening. She needed answers and if her father wouldn't satisfy her quest for knowledge, she knew the next place she was to go. After Yvette left for work; a manager at a club, and Jude knew it was her window of opportunity to speak with her dad. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and walked into the living room where her dad was reading the newspaper.

"Dad?" Jude called, and added "we need to talk." Her voice getting grim. Her father set down the paper and looked up at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning at the emotions on her face. Stuart wasn't sure if her eyes reflected sadness, anger, or confussion, but there seemed to be a bit of each present in her green orbs.

"I need to know what went on between you and Tommy." She said, her voice breaking slightly with emotion.

"What do you mean?"

"Bull shit dad. You know exactly what I mean."

"Jude, honey"

"Dad, cut the crap, ok? I heard you and Yvette earlier." She said, crossing her arms and looking away from her father in disgust. She still found it hard to believe he was the reason for her heart break. Then again, he broke her heart once before when he divorced her mom.

"Jude,"

"Just tell me the truth," Jude said, looking into her father's eyes, pleading with him.

"He's too old for you."

"And who are you to decide that!" Jude demanded.

"I'm your father, it's my job to"

"It's your job to help me be happy! Damn it Dad! Tommy makes me happy! You ruined that!" Jude yelled, overcome by anger.

"He was taking advantage of you, Jude."
"No Dad, he loved me." Jude said, her voice low and tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"Is that what he told you? Jude, he was using you! The man's nearly 7 years older than you!"

"Age doesn't matter when you're in love." Jude said, and Stuart scoffed.

"This, this is exactly why I"

"Why you what dad? Hu? Tell me. Did you threaten him? What did you do dad?" Jude taunted, trying to get information from her father.

"I did what was right for you." He said, his eyes reflecting the love he had for his youngest daughter.

"And you succeeded once again in breaking my heart," Jude said, her voice cracking. "How does it feel to have no daughter?" She asked, staring him in the eyes and storming off to her room. She slapped the door behind her and turned the lock. She heard her father yelling after her, but she ignored him. She glanced around her room and grabbed her desk chair and positioned it under the door handle to keep it from moving. She pulled a duffle bag out of her closet and opened her drawers and tossed some necessities in it. She snatched her wallet and cell phone on her bedside table and opened the window. She paused a moment, went back to her closet and pulled out the dusty guitar case. She smiled at the familiar weight and tossed her duffle out the window and carefully climbed down the rusty fire escape, determined to make it back to get away from her father once and for all.