Chapter 2
By: Blondenhot
Tom's POV:
Dear Jude,
It's been almost 12 days since I saw you last. 11 days 17 hours and 54 minutes ago to be exact. Girl I know it's not enough, But I'm sorry. Really, sorry doesn't even cover the deep pain I feel for hurting you like I know I did. I don't know when I'll be back...maybe next week, maybe in a year. My little sister is dying. She has breast cancer Jude. And when she goes she is leaving behind a little girl, Sloane,
who turns three in August. I can't leave her...not now or ever. When I come back, she'll be with me. Things have changed so much in almost half of a month...I have changed so much in half of a month. Please write me back, girl. I need to know that on day you'll be able to forgive me.
Tommy
I stared at the letter, looking over it to make sure I had said everything that needed to be said in one letter.
"Tom-me!" Sloane screamed giddily, bouncing over to me and into my lap as I shuffled to stuff the letter behind my back to guard it from prying hands.
"Sloane!" I yelled back, with a smile as I tugged at her brown curls, watching as they would straighten with a tug and then curl straight back up as soon as I let go of them.
"Guess what! Gramma's taking me to Wal- Mart this afternoon!" she hollered ecstatically. Wal-Mart was a nation wide grocery stoer chainSloane was in love with it. It was like an angel to her. She loved Wal-Mart almost as much as I loved Ju-
"That's great, Sloane! Are ya'll going there to buy groceries...or shop?" I said lowering my voice dramatically.
"Well, duh Uncle Tom! Both!" she said rolling her eyes at me. Obviously she had been watching Shelbey for too long.
Shelbey was only two years younger than me. Still she was everything I wasn't. She had long blond hair, bright green eyes. She was a dancer and had danced from the time she was four until she found out she was pregnant with Sloane at 18 almost 19. Even though Sloane's jackass of a father hadn't had the nerve to stick around, Shelbey ignored our parents wishes and kept the baby. She raised Sloane with help from my parents and never complained once. She knew as soon as the pregnancy test turned positive that it was wrong to walk away from something you love.
Or in my case, drive away.
Jude's POV:
I tore open the envelope greedily, tearing open the crisp white envelope. I couldn't open it fast enough. I couldn't figure if it was a good thing or bad thing. I finally got it to open and I hungrilly started to read. My eyes burned wih tears when I got no further than the first line. I scanned the page over and over again quickly memorixing each word. He always does this to me...turns me into some dip stick that cries over everything. I hate being that girl. He can do it to me with a look, a touch, a kiss, a stroke of a pen...
I finished scanning over the page once, twice. A rough cough escaped into the now awkward air. I looked up realizing for the first time that Sadie, Kwest, and Darius were huddled around me. They were looking at me with those sympathetic puppy eyes; Sadie's wet with tears for her younger sister. Kwest avoided eye contact with me-looking around anxiously trying to find something to look at other than me. Darius just kind of stood there, looking at me expectantly as if he was waiting to see my reaction to finding out something tragic had happened instead of like I had gotten a letter from Tommy Q.
Thankfully Sadie drug me away from there throwing " We need more coffee" as our excuse over her shoulder. I willingly followed her into the hot morning air.
When we finally made it to her car, I couldn't handle it anymore. The sudden, unexpected news hit me like a ton of brick sliding down a water slide on top of me, causing me to lose my balance and grip onto the car for dear life.
Sadie made her way over to me, pulling me against her and encasing me in a bear hug. I glanced over my shoulder and made eye contact with Kwest who was standing out the back entrance watching us intently.
"Shhh. It'll all be ok. One day soon he'll come back. He can't stay away from you for very long." Sadie Harrison prayed she was right.
Later at the Harrison Household
My hand shook as I attempted to grip the black BIC ink pen in my right hand. I stared at the piece of blank notebook paper that lay before me on my oak desk. I could think of a million things I wanted to say to him.
And a million things I didn't.
I pressed the point of the pen into the paper, trying to grasp just the right words to explain how I feel and yet not be too mean. I can't hurt him even if he hurt me. My hearts not that small.
Tommy...
(To be Continued)
Hey guys! Sorry that it's so short! I'll have another chapter up tomorrow! It's already written but I dont have time to type it! Let me know what you think About this chapter! R&R! LUV!