Sorry this took me soooooooooo long to get out, but I've had so much to do lately that I couldn't find the time! I hope you like this though!
15
"Tommy?" I stare at the man who basically just broke down my door.
"Jude!" He says. I look at his hand, and what he is holding in it; vodka.
I shake my head. "Who is this dude?" Pete asks in a slight whisper.
"My old producer, Tommy… I think he is drunk…" Pete nods.
"I can't handle this…" He winks and pulls up his sleeves. "I didn't mind beating you're recent producer. So Tommy, you are in for a whoop a-"
"Pete!" I hold him back. "I think I'll take care of this." Pete grunts and rolls his sleeves down.
"Don't be too long." He says. I smile a little and nod.
I walk up to Tommy in somewhat of a huff and push him out the door hard, then follow him out letting the door slam behind me. "What do you think you're doing?!" I ask in a high pitched whisper.
"I had, I had to come to you." He smile dazedly and wobbles back and fourth.
"No, Tommy, I mean why are you drinking? It's the middle of the day." I hold him up, remembering doing the exact same thing last year, but minus Tommy. It was at my old apartment… And I didn't know the guy, it's a really long story.
"You thought I didn't, don't love you. I missssssssssssssssed you. I just want to talk to you." I wipe the spit of my face and let him sit down.
I sigh and look at him. "If you really want to tell me something then talk. I'm listening." I sit across from him and wait.
"I am just sooo sorry. I want you so friggin bad. Aggh. I never stopped loving you. I just, I just thought you didn't love me back."
I shake my head. "If you remember any of this, then I bet tomorrow you'll be telling me that none of this was true, you were just drunk." He puts his hand on my knee.
"I am sorry Jude! I love you. I need you. I will DIE without you." Okay so I really hope he is just being over dramatic…
"Tommy, you are wasted. What you say now isn't what you'll be saying tomorrow." I move his hand from my knee in an irritated manor.
He shakes his head. "No Jude, I really do love you." I just look at him. I can't really tell if this is the vodka talking or if he is sincere.
"I'm going to take you home, okay?" I say standing up and reaching my hand out for him to get up. He grabs my hand and gets up shakily, but immediately falls over again. I help him up and steadily walk him to my car, and open the passenger door. Oh man, I hope he doesn't puke in my car. That would not be a mess that I want to clean up.
10 minutes later
"Where are we?" Tommy asks as I pull up to his apartment.
"Your apartment." I mumble, getting out of the car.
He sighs. "Jude…" He shakes his head. "Please, please forgive me." Maybe he'll shut up if I forgive him.
"Okay I forgive you." I say irritated to the highest extreme. He squints his big blue eyes at me as I open his door for him to get out.
"You don't mean that." I roll my eyes.
"You aren't going to remember this anyways, so it doesn't matter." His eyes go wide. They are glazed over just perfectly that you could stare into them forever.
"You are so beautiful." He mumbles.
I laugh a little. "Beauty is of the eye of the beholder." I smile. "Let's get you inside."
"You are so nice, Jude." He smiles as I help him out of the car. Eck, his breath smells incredibly gross. Maybe for the next couple of minutes I just won't breath.
I take in a long breath and quickly get Tommy inside of his apartment. I sigh with relief as he starts to walk to the couch. Maybe he'll pass out and forget all of this.
Before I can even blink I hear a rattling come from his bedroom. Slowly I walk back there to where the noise came from. I crack the door open just to peak.
"Who are you?" I voice booms from inside the dark room. I push the door open a little more and see a girl sitting on Tommy's bed, wrapped in sheets.
"I brought Tommy home, and you are?" The girl perks up a little.
"I'm Ashley, Tommy's girlfriend." And he said he loved me. Pssh. Whatever.
"Oh so we finally meet, joy." I say lacking serious enthusiasm. I turn around and try to walk away.
She stands up and walks to the bedroom door. "What's your name?" She calls as if I'm like 20 feet away. I swerve around and swiftly face her.
"Jude." I mumble.
"YOU'RE JUDE?!" I nod, kind of freaked out that she's so excited. And again I turn around to walk away. "You know even though you did bring him home, he is still my boyfriend." I roll my eyes.
"Don't worry, Barbie, I'm not interested in your boyfriend, I have one of my own."I'm leaving Tommy." I call. He stands up from the couch.
"Wait!" He calls.
"Sorry Tommy, but I'm really done with waiting." I grab my keys and jet out the door before he can say anything.
"Jude!" He yells tumbling after me. I race to my car and get in, watching him out of the corner of my eye. I have half a mind to care so much about him, but then another part could care less.
10 minutes later
"Pete?" I call as I walk into my house.
"What took so long?" He asks standing up from the couch.
"Sorry I had to take him home." I roll my eyes and walk over to him.
"Who did you say that joker was? You're old producer? What's with all these guys who like love you?" He laughs and wraps his arms around me.
I shrug. "I don't know. I'm trying not to pay attention to them, I kind of have my eye on someone else." I smile.
"Oh really? Who might that dashing young guy be?" I laugh as he leans in a gives me a kiss. "So I found the "Chicago" movie, if you want to watch it." He says. I nod and follow him over to the couch.
We both flop down and he puts his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. "You want to watch that movie now?" Pete asks grabbing the movie from the coffee table.
"Yeah." I take the movie from him and get up to put it in the DVD player.
"PETE! I knew I'd find you here!" I roll my eyes praying it wasn't someone I know. Both Pete and I turn around to see a small brunette girl standing at the door. Is there never going to be a settle time around here? I mean I just got rid of Tommy, and now this?
"Whitney?" Pete stands up looking bewildered.
"Duh silly. I have been looking for you everywhere. I finally called Patrick and he said you were here. I am so glad I found you. I thought maybe we could talk… About us…" My mouth drops and I look at Pete.
"I'm busy right now, Whitney."
"Please just for a moment?"
"Sorry to butt in, but who is she?" I cut in. Whitney turns her attention towards me.
"Well I'm Pete's girlfriend."
"Ex-girlfriend." He says. "I'll get her to go away." He whispers and walks past me. "I'll give you five minutes."
Him and Whitney walk outside and I just sit on the couch and wait. What could he be saying that is taking so long? It's like "Hey goodbye." Then he comes back inside. So it's been six minutes… Should I go see what's going on?
I stand up and walk to the door cracking it open slightly. Tears fill my eyes as I see Pete making out with Whitney. "Liar." I say slamming the door.
"Jude?" I hear Pete say. Anger rises as I storm up the stairway.
"Hold up baby!" Pete calls running up after me. I turn and face him.
"All that stuff you said about Mark… You're just like him! You're such a liar, a hypocrite!" I turn back around and keep walking up the stairs.
"It isn't what it looked like." He pleads.
"Then what was it?" I make sure he can hear the anger/irritation in my tone. "Why would you hurt me like that Pete?" Tears stream down my face rapidly.
"We were just talking, closely." He flashes a smile.
"Oh okay. Right. I might be blonde, Pete, but I'm not stupid. So please just save your lame excuses for someone who cares." I run up the rest of the stairs and into my room.
I can't believe I trusted that guy. I should know nothing good comes from boys. Man we weren't even together a whole day.
I grab a suitcase out of my closet and start stuffing cloths in it. Who said I can't go to NY a little early. Oh. Who am I suppose to bring? Not Pete and definitely not Mark. I guess Tommy will do, if he doesn't remember what happened today.
I search for my cell phone in my pocket. Ugh. He isn't sober yet. I guess I can wait till like tonight. I'll go order the tickets. They're already pre-paid; I just have to put in what day I'm flying down there.
Walking to my nightstand to get on my laptop, I hear something fall downstairs. Probably Pete. I got to get him to go away. Agh.
"Pete go home." I say walking to the stairs. I see him sitting where he was when I left. When he doesn't move, I start to walk down. "Pete." I say sternly. "Oh my-" I face him to see a knife stuck in his chest.
I feel like I should scream or call 911, but my body is motionless. Suddenly something jolts behind me, but before I can see what it is, someone grabs my waste and covers my mouth, dragging me the rest of the way down stairs.
Tears start to fall again as Pete goes out of my site. I so wish I didn't freak out on him like that. Oh my gosh. I'm going to die…! I frantically start kicking my legs back and fourth. I stop though when they move their hand up and I see what's wrapped around it. My locket… Whoever did this, stole my locket…