Roles Reversed

Troubled Past

“Hello” Jude said again, trying to shake the mental image permanently burned into her memory. All she could hear was raspy breathing.

“Hello?” she said again

Silence then Click, the sound of the receiver.

A few minutes later the phone rang again.

“Hello?”

Nothing, then the person hung up again. “What the hell is going on?” she wondered out loud. As she turned to walk into the other room the phone rang again.

“Hello?” she said with annoyance in her voice. The person on the other line remained quiet. “Who is this?”, still nothing. “Knock this off or I am calling the cops damnit!” she yelled

All of a sudden the raspy voice said, “I’M BACK.”

Click. the sound of the receiver.

Jude gasped and the phone hit the hardwood floor, she knew that voice anywhere. She stood there frozen in place, wide-eyed and afraid that her past was coming back to find her after all these years. Once it finally sunk in, she sunk to the floor crying uncontrollably with her knees to her chest. She rested her head on her knees causing her red hair to spill over her shoulder and hide her face as she closed her eyes causing the memory of that night, two years ago, flooded back into her mind.

Jude was walking home with her guitar case from G-Major, since she only had a few blocks to go. It was almost dusk and it was starting to get chilly. Jude pulled her jacket tightly around her as she picked up her pace; she wasn’t supposed to walk alone since he was out there, but she took off with the mind set that it’s only a few blocks and nothing can happen in a few blocks. As it started to get darker, Jude walked past a dark alley that ran right past her house; she could see the neighbor down the street’s garage light on so she decided to take the alleyway home. As she turned the corner she felt the eerie feeling of being watched. She shook it off as paranoia and kept walking at her quickened pace. She walked a few more feet and she felt someone aggressively wrap their arm around her neck, holding her in a headlock. Jude tried to scream as she struggled to get away, but her attackers arm was crushing her larynx. The person that grabbed her slapped their hand over her mouth and whispered threateningly in her ear in a deep voice “Shut up or you are gonna get it.”

Jude still struggling to get away jammed the heel of her boot into his foot. As he yelped out in pain he loosened his grip on her and she took off running. She wasn’t quick enough, before she got too far he grabbed her by the waist causing her to tumble and pulled her to the ground. “You are going to do what I say or I am gonna kill you.” He said as he pinned her to the ground and backhanded her across the face, his ring leaving a gash on her cheek.

“Like hell.” Jude whispered thinking to herself ‘If I am going down, I am going down with a fight’, he glared at her and raised his hand to slap her once more, but before he could she took the guitar case that was still in her hand and swung it at him. As it connected with the man’s head he fell to the ground and Jude ran faster than she had ever run before and he took after her once again, but this time she made it to a nearby house. She banged on the door until someone answered.

“Please help me” Jude pleaded, but only in a whisper since her voice hurt and that was all she could get out “someone is following me and trying to attack me.”

The person nodded and let her in and they called the police. Jude watched out the window as the man started to run as soon as sirens came into ear shot. The police raced down the alleyway and saw the man running in the headlights. The policeman and his partner got out of the car and took off after the man and tackling him to the ground, but the man wrestled out of their grip and took off running, yelling “I will get you Jude, if it’s the last thing I do.” over his shoulder.

Jude picked up her phone as she wiped away the tears and walked into her bedroom. I don’t want to be here, let alone by myself. She picked up the phone and dialed the first person that popped into her head. The phone rang once, twice, three times, come on pick up, after the next couple rings the person picked up.

“Hello.” the voice said sleepily considering it was after midnight.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Jude asked.

“Not really, I wasn’t asleep yet.”

“Okay”

“What do you need?” they said sensing something wasn’t right.

“I was wondering if you would mind coming over tonight.” Jude asked shakily.

“Not at all girl, what’s wrong?” Tom asked hearing the strange tone in her voice.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it right now; I just don’t feel like being alone.”

“I will be right over.” He said knowing there was something going on.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, I will be there in a couple minutes.”

“Bye.” Jude hung up the phone and decided to take a quick shower letting the hot water hit her skin attempting to wash away the problems yet to come. When she was finished she quick threw on her pajamas, which consisted of a beater and flannel pants, and called Mason, wanting to talk to someone that was there from the beginning, also knowing he would be mad for her not telling him right away. He didn’t answer so she left him a voicemail. Just as she hung up she heard a knock on the door, and walked to the door. She looked out the peep hole before opening the door. Seeing it was Tom she unbolted the door and swung it open; she pulled him in the door and stuck her head out the door, scanning her surroundings, quickly coming back in and shutting and bolting the door. Tom noticed this and said “Jude, are you okay, you're acting a little weird.”

“Honestly, no I’m not,” she said leading him over to the couch and sitting down, “I don’t know what to do.”

He looked into her eyes filled with fear and confusion “You know you can tell me anything right?”

Jude nodded as he grabbed her hand and there fingers intertwined. Jude decided to tell him everything from the beginning, stalker to deciding enough was enough to phone call tonight.

“I seriously thought he was gone. He stalked me for months.” Jude said shaking her head “I mean he practically ruined my career. I lost my voice for a while.”

Tom pulled her into a hug and whispered, "It's going to be okay."


Mason walked up to Jude’s door and knocked, when no one answered, he took the spare key from its hiding spot and unlocked the door. He walked in and called out “Jude, you here?”

When there was no answer, he started to worry. He walked around the house, looking for her and couldn’t find her. The last place he looked was her bedroom. He smiled when he saw Tom and Jude asleep on the bed, Tom’s arms protectively wrapped around her. Mason made his way into the kitchen and made started to make some coffee, knowing what the morning would hold.

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