"Jude!" Tommy called from behind me. I continued walking out of G-Major and out onto the street. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I was sick of hearing what he had to say because every time he opened his mouth he hurt me. "Jude!"
This time I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I spun around the glare at him.
"What?" I asked.
"Listen…I'm sorry about what happened between us okay? I didn't mean to hurt you."
He says that all the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. But he did none-the-less and it seemed like a vicious circle.
"It doesn't matter anymore Tommy." I turned around and started walking again, although I had no idea where I was walking to. I just knew that I needed to get away for a little while. To clear my head and my heart.
"If the situation was different Jude…" He trailed off. I turned around and glared at him.
"Well it's not, so leave me alone Quincy. I'm sick of you hurting me." For some reason Tommy actually looked MAD! Like he had the RIGHT to be mad!
"I can't HELP IT JUDE! I'm your producer! It's better not to get involved you know that! And if you didn't go around looking at me like I was the best thing that happened to you I wouldn't have to quit being your producer!" He yelled. I gasped because I didn't actually think that Tommy was going to quit. He said that once before when I'd finished my first album, but he'd stayed. And I had no doubt now that he was going to make good on his word.
"You're RUNNING Tommy. You're scared and like you do best you're RUNNING! You are such a coward." I yelled right back at him. Tommy took two steps closer to me.
"I'm not running Jude. I'm trying to make this right. If Darius found out that we were in a relationship he would kick my ass all the way to Florida. You know that, and I know that. That's why we can't! I want to Jude! Every time I look at you I want to hold you, and kiss you, but I can't. I'm trying to do the right thing and you're not making it easy!"
I looked at him and realized he was telling the truth and I also realized that if he even loved my a fraction of the way I loved him, he'd know that we COULD make this work. We'd find a way because we had each other and that's all that mattered. But he didn't feel that way. I only felt that way. Like always.
"Whatever." I said because I didn't know what to say to that. For once I didn't have a witty reply. I continued walking down the street, not turning back to see if Tommy had walked away. For once he could watch as I walked away.
I stopped suddenly because it felt like someone was watching me. Not Tommy, but someone else, and it made chills go down my spine even though it was 70 degrees outside. I looked around everywhere I could see. I didn't see Tommy anywhere, and all I saw were people milling around. No one was looking at me. So I continued walking down the street feeling a little bit better as the sun beat down on me.
Then pain that seared its way through my shoulder and every part of my body crashed through me. It took my breath away. As I dropped to the ground, I touched my shoulder and looked down at my hand and found blood, lots and lots of blood.
I saw people starting to form a circle around me, people yelling to someone to call 9-1-1. As I looked around at the sea of faces I realized the one face that wasn't there was who I wanted to see the most; Tommy.
Funny, huh? After everything he's put me through, he was still the one person I always wanted to see. Before I lost the will to stay conscious I screamed with all of my might.
"TOMMY!"