Jude
Part 5 by Vicki
It's okay
to be scared. We all get scared sometimes, reassured Jude.
Thomas sat quietly on the bed. He feared the punishment if he
spoke. His wrist plastered, his ribs bandaged, and his bruises
sore. I use to get scared a lot when I was your age.
Jude never said it in actual words, but Thomas somehow knew what
she meant. Only someone who had been there and had it done to
them knew what it was like to be scared. Scared to move, to
breathe, to accidentally spill paint on the floor, to make too
much noise.
My mother
died when I was five, and there was just me and my dad.
Jude thought the only way to get through was to be honest. Kids
just knew sometimes. He wanted to talk to her. He felt safe and
protected. Jude's patience surely a virtue in Thomas's time of
refuge from his father.
What is it?
My mom died
when I was born.
I'm sorry.
She was as compassionate as she could be and so caring. Lydia
didn't know a lot about her, but she liked her. She liked how she
struggled through her own demons to help a young boy trying to
deal with his. She could see how hard it was for Jude and she
admired her courage and spirit. Doctor and nurse looked at each
other, knowing the barricade Thomas had set around himself was
starting to slowly break away, and they would wrap it in cotton
wool and protect it always.
I remember
once, I was about 7 I think, I woke up one day and I realized I
couldn't remember what my Mama looked like. A friend of my mom's
who lived down the street who took care me sometimes, told me if
I ever wanted to remember, all I had to do was look in the mirror
and she would be staring right back me. I guess she figured I
looked like my Mom. He smiled at her story. It warmed both
Jude and Lydia's heart. They had cared for him for the past 2
hours and this was the first smile. How about you, mom, or
dad?
Thomas thought
about it and didn't know. He softly shrugged his shoulders.
I'm like my
dad, added Lydia. Thomas was quiet. Jude and Lydia were
concerned they were not saying the right things.
I think
Thomas is like Thomas, concluded Jude. Thomas looked at
her, curious about what she meant. Quiet, caring, sweet,
and very special. He was impressed with her. He felt a
connection with her. He couldn't be sure but he felt Jude knew
what he was going through because she had gone through it too.
Jude knew everything he was going through, she had a gut feeling.
The x-rays showed the old fractures that had not healed. The
faded scars on his flesh. The protection he felt for his father.
The fear in his eyes and heart, knowing if he spoke the words his
life would end.
Is there
something you want to tell us Thomas? whispered Jude.
Thomas watched over her face, searching for help, begging,
crying, and hoping she heard his unspoken words. Did your
father do this to you? Does your father hurt you Thomas.
Eyes locked, Thomas spoke no words, but Jude heard everything.
****
Lydia tried to
calm her but there was no way. Her anger at boiling point. They
saw it all time, parents abusing their children, husband's
beating wives, lovers hurting lovers, abuse, neglect, society's
lost souls and it never got easier. It never made sense, but
always drilled straight the very core of the soul.
Let me talk
to the father, insisted Adele.
Why? The
bastard will just deny everything, argued Jude.
We need to
be sure.
Sure about
what for Christ's sake? You saw it; the kid has the sole of a
shoe bruised on his back. What do we need to be sure about; the
son of a bitch kicked the boy down the stairs because he filled
the bath with too much water. Now I heard it and so did Lydia....
Lydia nodded her agreement. She heard Thomas speak the words.
And I don't know what the hell you were doing but you were
not obviously listening to that kid in there.
Separating
a family is the last thing we want to do, we need to go into the
family home, look into the family environment, talk with the
parent, the child, make an assessment....
That is not
a God damn family environment. Jude butted in. She couldn't
believe what she was hearing. Now I don't care what
assessment you make, but what is going to happen, is that kid is
not going back to that house, and he is not leaving here with
that animal. She was adamant. No way in hell was she going
let Thomas go anywhere with the man who was suppose to be his
father. Her past suddenly being relived. Her fears remembered.
However, this time instead of Kerry she would be the one taking
the stand. I will bleed before I let you give him back to
that bastard.
Adele was not
getting anywhere and knew she wouldn't with Jude in this state.
Let me make
some calls. defeated Adele. She walked out of the doctors
lounge, to try and look into getting Thomas in to Foster care,
until things could be sorted out.
Yeah you
make your calls, snapped Jude. She and Lydia stayed there.
They didn't know what they were going to do, but they were not
going to let Thomas leave with his father.
Lydia eventually
saw what Thomas did, in Jude's eyes. She didn't want to push her
on it but knowing something helped her find the courage she
needed for the battle they were both aware was about to commence.
What do you think? asked Lydia, concerned about what
was about to happen. Jude thought about it, she knew, she just
was not sure if Lydia should face it with her.
I think
lines are about to be crossed and I should probably cross them on
my own. Noble and protective, two good qualities. Anger and
frustration not so good.
I
appreciate you looking out for me, but I think Thomas is going to
need us both. smiled Lydia. She was willing to make a
sacrifice if it meant saving a little boy. Two women united to
form an alliance. Thomas Crawley was temporarily saved.
I'll go see
how he's doing, explained Lydia.
Okay, I
will go tell the old man we're doing more tests. Jude
smirked. She couldn't wait. Excited about finding a reason to
keep Thomas away from his father. Lydia went and checked on
Thomas, while Jude finally explained things to Scott.
**I have seen
death. I have witnessed torture. Watched sane mind succumb to
craziness, and observed a withering soul. Evilness can be
destroyed with the strongest of swords, the purist of hearts,
willed mind and good conscience. Determination and will stirs the
greatest triumphs in all of us, and hope and faith will be
restored in my life while I search to live in freedom. I will be
who I am, and mend my broken heart, will my courage, embrace
faith in hand, watch my spirit rise and I will take my freedom.
- Judith Baker, 16 years old.**
****
What's
going on? inquired Luka. Again, with coming to her defense,
this guy was unbelievable and she would tell him later, right
now, she was busy.
She's
telling me she's doing more tests on my son, I've been here two
hours already, I want to see my son and she won't let me.
bitched Scott Crawley. He was angry and ill tempered, and his
voice rose.
I told you
when the tests are done.
I want to
see him now, yelled Scott.
Okay Mr.?
asked Luka
Crawley.
Scott Crawley.
Frank got on the
phone and called for security, he sensed something coming.
Okay Mr.
Crawley, calm down. I'm sure we can work something out. He
didn't know the circumstances and Jude resented him sticking his
nose in business that had nothing to do with him, and she would
tell him that later too.
I have the
right to see my son.
The right
to see your son? You got to be kidding me? Jude was
shocked, and her outburst probably not a good idea.
What's that
suppose to mean?
You know
what it means.
Why don't
you tell me?
Does it
make you feel good you son of a bitch. Luka was surprised
at what was suddenly going on. This was not good.
What are
you talking about? He knew. He knew she knew. This
bitch is crazy. She won't let me see my own son, and now she's
tripping.
You can't
intimidate us like you do the boy. Does it make you feel like a
man? Huh? Does it?
Dr. Baker
can I talk to you a minute? interrupted Luka. He figured
this was the only way to stop Jude from making a mistake he saw
her making if he didn't step in.
No you
can't, barked Jude. She stood right in Scott Crowley's
face, You God damn animal.
That little
bastard, what did he tell you? Where is he? Scott tried to
push his way past Jude to find Thomas but she stopped him. Luka
instantly stepped in trying to protect Jude. He didn't care about
what happen to this guy but he was not about to let anything
happen to her.
With all his
might and power, Scott Crawley threw his fist to hit Jude,
missed, and whacked Luka on the cheek. Luka fell to the floor.
Jude with all her strength and courage lunged forward and head
butted Scott Crawley, knocking him off balance. Patients waiting
in chairs, scattered for safety, security came from everywhere
and instantly broke it up.
****
Scott Crawley sat
in exam room 4 being treated for concussion, swearing a lawsuit
against the hospital and Dr. Baker.
Luka stood in
trauma room one, ice pack on his cheek to stop the swelling. Jude
sat on the bed, ice pack on her forehead to stop her swelling.
She had a hard head, and no concussion.
****
Dr. Kovac and Dr.
Baker waited in trauma room one for the repercussion of earlier
events. They didn't speak to each other. Jude didnt know
what to say. She had let her temper get the better of her, and in
a tiny part of heart, she was saddened. In a single moment and in
defending a child she had instantly become her father. Luka
couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. He knew she was of
strong will but he never thought she would strike in anger and
temper lost. If he knew the circumstances Jude felt, he would
have done the same. Once again, she didn't have the courage to
tell him or let him understand the reason for her actions.
Dr. Romano was on
the warpath. He blasted into the trauma room to speak his words
on the subject. Already he had heard of the trouble in the ER,
and his staff meeting was cut short due to it. He was ready to
roll heads and kick some ass.
What the
hell did you think you were doing? yelled Robert. He was
talking to Jude, and she didn't know what he wanted to hear. She
figured the truth, but she was afraid if she spoke the words, her
past would come flooding back, and she feared she would never
weather the storm.
I don't
know.
You don't
know. That's just great Dr. Baker. Mr. Crawley is in the other
room swearing bloody murder.
There's no
excuse for what I did.
Damn
straight. bit Robert.
It was a
misunderstanding, added Luka.
This has
nothing to do with you, so you should stay out of it, Kovac.
Finally.
Thank you. Jude was pleased someone else knew what she
knew. Luka Kovac had nothing to do with her life and she didn't
appreciate him thinking he did and needed to protect her. He
looked at her strangely. What the hell did that just mean? He
would find out? Later. When Dr. Romano finished his lecture.
Look I know
I shouldn't have done what I did, but I did and I will deal with
the consequences, admitted Jude.
Yes you
will. He was not as tough on her as she thought he would
be. He knew why she did what she did. He saw Lydia in the
corridor on his way to see them. He didn't condone her actions
but he understood them. Take the rest of the day off.
Oh come on!
Come to
think of it take the rest of the week.
Dr. Romano!
She couldn't believe this. She needed their support not their
disapproval.
Want to
make it two, Baker? asked Robert
No Sir.
defeated Jude.
Good, go
home.
Yes sir.
concluded Jude. She was not about to get anywhere. She needed to
let Dr. Romano and whoever else fix the problem she had caused.
Dr. Romano headed out the door but suddenly stopped and looked at
Jude. His expression puzzling.
Tell me Dr.
Baker.
What's that
Dr. Romano?
How did it
feel? She knew he knew why she did what she did. Luka
couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was serious. Not some
sort joke, they could talk about and pretend it was not serious.
It felt
kind of good.
Luka was almost
ashamed to hear the words come from her mouth. Dr. Romano
understood them. Under the same circumstances, he probably would
have done the same. He would have liked to think he would have
been able to control his temper, but when it came down to it, he
knew he would have head butted the son of a bitch too.
Dr. Romano left
them alone. He had to gather reinforcements and fight Jude's
case. Legal department had already called. They needed to make
inquiries and Dr. Romano needed to be at her defense and allow
damage control to take affect.
Luka got up and
put his ice pack over on a nearby tray. He had finished with it.
A slight bruise already forming on his cheek.
Jesus, do I
have one massive headache. Her lie almost the truth. Her
head was spinning. Not of her actions of the past morning, but of
all the things she wondered. What did he think of her now? What
did he want to say to her in his silence? Was he going out with
the redheaded nurse? Were they lovers?
He didn't speak
to her; afraid the wrong words would come out. He wanted to
understand. Understand why so much heartache reflected from her
eyes. He wanted to understand why she insisted pushing things to
the line, sometimes needing to cross over it, and caring nothing
of the consequences. He walked over to her and stood in front of
her, and held up two fingers. How many fingers?
Her smile
couldn't be deterred. She appreciated his concern. Three.
laughed Jude. Dr. Green already cleared me of concussion.
I'm fine, it's just a headache. She didn't want to tell him
from what. He didn't have time for her jokes. He didn't know what
he had time for anymore. He left her sitting there and with no
more words, slowly walked out. She was annoyed.
Yeah, walk
out, you self-righteous son of a bitch. she snarled. She
got off the bed and threw her ice pack on the tray, You
wouldn't want to keep the redhead waiting. She instantly
regretted her words. Why did she have to bring up Jenny? Luka
stopped frozen in the doorway, and turned to face her. She
couldn't look him. She felt like a fool. She reprimanded herself
for letting it all get out of control. Her feelings. The reaction
he brought out in her. She wanted this day to be over.
This is not
about....
Jenny.
She cut in.
I know her
name.
Of course
you do. She was being rude and obnoxious, and a total
bitch. Her jealousy clearly showing. Look why don't you
just say whatever it is you want to say to me.
Fine. You
provoked that man. He walked back in to the room, his
presence felt. She was not afraid. And then you hit him.
I do not
need to justify myself to you.
God damn it
Jude. You just...you... He couldn't find the words. He
wanted to pour his heart out to her, and now he felt he didn't
know her. Deep down he knew he never really did. He had hoped
Jude was all things he saw her to be and she was. His mind
confused, his heart tangled with his questions, needs, and
desires. You just can't go around hitting people.
Jude was quiet, her past haunting her as she stood and listened
to a man she had searched most of her life to find.
Your right.
whispered Jude, as she looked at him. Her heart broke. Her soul
cried. She had never allowed herself to dream and to believe that
anything good could happen in her life and she had only the
events in her past to blame, but in the darkness of her soul she
had begun to see the light, and now he stood in front of her
disappointed and disapproving.
**Present -
He came to me in my dreams last night, and I don't have the
faintest idea why. I can't seem to be able to stop my mind from
wandering to him. I try to discourage it with reading or work,
but I falter. Sometimes I feel as if I'm going insane, and he is
the one slowly sending me there. God, sometimes I think I'm
already there, but I'm in a stage in my life right now, and my
father brought me here to this place, to no longer care, what
people think of me. Everything I knew, felt, believed, and
believed in died the day the only man I trusted with my life hurt
me. Everything which existed in me vanished but for reasons I
can't explain, even after delving into the deepest, darkest crags
of my soul, he has somehow found a tiny crack in my life and
comfortably without my permission crept his way in.**
There had been
days when Jude thought the scars her father had inflicted upon
her heart would never be healed, and then there were scarce
moments when she enjoyed the sun warming over her like a gentle
soul. She had come a long way, been through so much, lived
through turmoil and distress. With no conscience, her father had
emotionally destroyed her and she had survived. Kerry was sure
Jude was through the worst of it, and no one knew what had
brought about this change in her over the last few months, and
she was not about to tell them. His name sketched faintly in her
diary, branded in her mind, and carved in her heart. Luka Kovac
lived there, enriched her soul, enslaved her spirit, and in her
heart where she yearned for him the most, she feared what she
felt for him would kill her.
She felt only
oblivion could be next. She tried so desperately to not let him
affect her in the way he did, but she faltered again. What did he
mean to her anyway? Nothing. Why would his words haunt her? They
wouldn't. Why would another woman in his life bother her? It
didn't. She didn't own him. They were no more then work
associates. They had no emotional or physical connection to each
other. She had not led him to believe anything else. She was too
confused to know anything right now. Why was she having all these
thoughts and feelings about a man she made it perfectly clear to,
she was not interested in. She knew why. She knew the truth. It
did affect her. She knew she wanted more then to work with him.
She wanted his friendship, his life, his being, and knowing this
scared her to her very wits. She would deny her feelings and what
she wanted until the ends of the earth, and said nothing to him
about what seeing him with another woman did to her, and how his
words and disapproval cut her so deeply.
He saw the
distance in her eyes when she looked at him; there was no fear
there, no scared little girl. He saw only a woman. Gentle and
caring in one instance. Angry and fiery the next. Down and lonely
some days, happy and alone on others. She was a woman who often
spoke her mind, which got her into trouble or got others out of
it. Insecure most of the time, trustworthy all the time.
You're
absolutely right, but you know what, Kovac? She didn't give
him the chance to answer. I don't really care what you
think about me. He was intrigued. I will separate
someone's head from his shoulders, and kick their ass if I feel
like it, and you can think bad of me and you can stand there and
judge me but I don't care. I will do what I want to whomever I
want, and you.... you can go to hell...and you know what, my old
man will meet you there. finished Jude. She summoned her
fierce spirit and headed straight out the doors.
She kissed
me, insisted Luka. He didn't look at her. Jude stopped at
the door.
What?
Nothing is
going to happen between me and Jenny.
Whatever!
Jude continued walking out of the room, Luka didn't want her to
go, but he feared stopping her would severe the connection he had
with her. He didn't exactly know what it was, and she denied it
whenever she could, but they shared something. A bond. A
friendship. She profusely denied they shared anything, and he
rejoiced in the fact they did.
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