Jude
part 7 by Vicki
Luka answered the
knock at his door, almost immediately. He stood there relaxed in
jeans and a sweater. His feet bare. Jude could feel the warmth
from inside his apartment blow over her at the door. His hair was
ruffled and he looked surprised to have someone knocking at his
door at this time of the night. Jude suddenly realized it was
late and maybe this was not a good idea.
Jude!
His voice soft and sexy like she remembered it took her into
sweet thoughts. He hated the sadness he saw shadow over her face
when the turmoil of her life haunted her. He wrestled with why it
cut him so deep and enriched his soul so raw. It could mean only
one thing. It did mean only one thing. Instantly he longed to
feel her, have her, and love her, if only for the briefest of
moments.
I'm sorry,
it's late. I never realized you'd probably be in bed, or going to
bed, I'm sorry. apologized Jude. She was a basket case, a
bundle full of nerves, but now there was no turning back. Seeing
him standing there as beautiful as he had always been. Rugged,
sexy, and charming pulled at her. Gentle and gorgeous stood
waiting for her. Man and beast linger to her. She took the deep
breath she desperately needed for the moments ahead and knew it
was definitely Luka Kovac who had brought her here.
He didn't say
anything. She couldn't tell if he was as nervous as she was or if
she had interrupted something. He was not going to make this easy
for her. He didn't want to cause her any more grief but he needed
her to say it. He forgot. She was interrupting. Jude prayed she
got through it, through it so she could at least remember how it
was to breathe. Luka suddenly remembered, and knew the outcome of
the following few minutes of their lives wouldn't be good.
They were
suddenly the only two people left in the world, and deep down
they, both rejoiced in it. The prospect of suffering the way they
both had in their pasts, her father, his family, was not
something they looked forward to again. Concerned they would
never recover from it.
He couldn't help
but wonder why it was she shivered when he got close? Why she
pulled away when he reached out to her? Why she looked away when
he looked deep in her eyes searching out the truth? She was
afraid he would see the hurt there. She was afraid he would see
what her father had done to her. She was terrified he would see
what she felt for him.
I don't
really know what I'm doing here.... Jude begun.
Luka, who's
at the door? asked a soft voice. She stepped out from
behind him, and saw Jude at the door. Jenny Adams got what she
wanted and she thought she had Luka when he invited her in after
she turned up on his doorstep. A decision he already regretted.
Hello Dr. Baker.
Jenny was in her
glory. If there was one thing she knew, it was men. Sex was her
weapon and she used it to get what she wanted and right now Luka
was the only man she believed could give her what she wanted.
Hey.
Jude would make a hasty retreat. It's late, I shouldn't
have bothered you, sorry. Good bye. Luka left her life as
quick as she thought he would step into it. Briskly walking out
of his apartment building she wiped away her tears, and tried
desperately to stop her heart from breaking. She ran almost all
the way to the hospital and fell into the chair next to Thomass
bed. She knew it had been a mistake. One she would never make
again. How could she have feelings like she had for a man she
didn't know anything about? She found herself thinking about him
with Jenny Adams as she sit trying to sleep, but her thoughts and
the day she had had plagued her already filled mind. She had
stood at his door for what seemed a lifetime and he spoke only
her name, but still she longed to hear his voice. Her eyes softly
closed. She wanted to find herself with him, in a quiet place
where they were the only two who existed, so she could get to
know him, but every time she closed eyes, she saw Jenny Adams.
The small passage
in her diary written only a few hours ago, told of her secrets
and feelings for a man who just devastated her.
**I sometimes
feel he is the only one who has shown me all of life's honest
things. He often inspires me to new feelings and thoughts. I look
out hoping to see him, knowing I would follow him to the ends of
the earth if he asked me to, and even if he didn't. How can
something so beautiful cause so much heartbreak? One has to
wonder and I often do, can I be the same after being embraced by
a simple smile, a glance, one spoken word, an entire being? Why
do I allow him to crush me when he means nothing to me? Why do I
give him the opportunity to afflict the scars upon my heart that
he has, when we have only ever been together in my dreams? Why
and how do I care for him so deep in my heart of hearts when I
don't really know him?**
She had to get
this man out of her thoughts and feelings. Tonight she knew that
wouldn't be a problem, as for tomorrow; she knew not what fate
held for her. She hoped she would stand tall and her pride
intact, and not crumble. As she drifted into sleep holding
Thomas's small hand, and the night moved on, Jude Baker swore
Luka Kovac meant absolutely nothing to her.
****
The young child
laid the posy of flowers she had tightly held through her
mother's service upon her name stone, and found peace in the
gentle whistle of the breeze and comfort in knowing her mother
was resting in a gentle place with the angels nurturing her for
all eternity.
Five-year-old
Jude truly didn't know what death and the loss of her mother
meant. She would miss her, long for her, perhaps even cry out her
name in bad dreams and as her father lead her away she didn't
understand what had happened and that she would never see her
mother again, speak to her, hold her, or find comfort and
security where she always found it, in her mother's love.
In her mother's
death, her father had stopped living; in her mother's dying, she
felt the wrath of her father's hand. The pages of her diary were
worn and the ink fading, she treasured it.
**I was
scared. My mother had only been gone about five months. Things
that had been so vivid in my mind began to fade. The sound of her
gentle voice. The way she smelt. The smile that always beseeched
her face. I cried. I didn't want to forget my mother. In his own
grief, I had already lost my father. My tears and heartache went
unnoticed. My pleas for moments they had spent together went
ignored. Determined and strong of will I set out to find my
mother again. In the top draw of her dresser, I discovered the
answers. A tiny blue bottle, carved in the shape of an angel. A
gift from my father from their first wedding anniversary. Only
one spray of the familiar vanilla scent and I began to remember.
How her gentle embrace held me through the storms. How her soft
hair felt on my flustered cheeks when she hugged me. The warmth
of her voice when she told me she loved me. I was happy. I sat at
the kitchen table waiting for my Dad to get home from work to
tell him the news. I was excited, and he was not. He had had a
bad day at work, much like all the others. I tried to explain, I
tried to tell him that the flavor of my mother's perfume helped
me find her again, but he didn't hear me or chose not to, I'm
still not sure which. His words cold. His eyes mean. His heart
black. This is not yours to touch, he yelled,
It does not belong to you. It is mine and you have no right to
touch it. Don't ever touch it again. I pleaded with him,
almost on my knees begging. My tears fell and my heart broke but
my father didn't care. I said no Jude, and I mean no.
He yelled his final words. In my stubbornness and temper, I stood
defiant against my father. She was my mother and I will
touch it if I want. I screamed through my tears. No more
words were spoken. My father slapped me across the face so hard I
fell to the floor. He didn't comfort me. He didn't plead for my
forgiveness for what he had done. He took the bottle of my
mothers perfume, stepped over my crying, aching body, whispering
the words, Do not touch it again.
I lay on the
floor for what seemed an eternity, and all I can remember about
the pain was I tasted blood in my mouth. I had bitten down on my
tongue. I could taste blood in my mouth and I thought I was
dying. I was five years old. What did I know?
****
I had spent a
good day at friends house, and had to be home by six that night.
I made it in plenty of time. I walked into the gate that lead
into the backyard with two minutes to spare. I fed the cat, and
was not expecting what I found inside. I tried to explain that I
had not been late, but like always I was wrong, my father right.
I was so tired of never knowing. I made too much noise or I made
not enough. My grades never good enough and my extra curricular
activities were a waste of time. Too much, ice in his scotch, not
another sugar in his tea. I was never able to please him and when
I pleased him, I made him mad, and when he was not mad, he was
angry. Determined and strong of will I would win this battle. In
defending my honor, in standing up in pride, I pulled the
proverbial trigger. In his twisted sick little mind, my father
lost control. In anger, he picked me up with force by my arms,
and threw me on top of the glass-top dining room table. I lay
hearing his voice, panic stricken. He called the paramedics and
stand over me, terror in his pleas for forgiveness, regret in his
failing comfort. I lay on the broken glass, aching, bleeding,
dying and all I could remember was I tasted blood in my mouth. It
could have only ended badly and it did. I wanted to be dead. I
wanted God to take me to my mother. I wanted this torture of my
life and the past eleven years I had lived to be over. I woke up
in the hospital, bruised, battered, and torn. My prays were not
answered. Jude Baker 16 years old.**
****
Luka took one
last look at himself in the mirror of the men's room at Cook
County, on the outside, he looked okay, and on the inside, he was
a complete mess. He had had a speech prepared for her for the
past 5 weeks, but they had not the time to talk about what had
happened at his apartment. Luka knew what had to be said should
come straight from the heart, and so he would go with the flow
and ache through it when the time came. He dreaded the thought of
Jude thinking Jenny stayed, and in Jenny staying, she didn't want
anything to do him. He knew he couldn't bear it. He knew in his
heart of hearts he wouldn't survive. Death surely knocking on his
door.
Jude gathered her
strength and courage and fighting spirit, locked them tightly in
her heart and soul, and set out to make sure Luka didn't find his
way back in. She no longer cared for the man who hurt her. She
could stand and face him now and she was not hurt or afraid,
angry or grieving.
Kerry
said you wanted to see me about a patient. suggested Jude,
as she stood in the doorway of the doctors lounge. Luka
turned from making himself a cup of coffee; he looked over, and
instantly found home, in the gentle eyes looking at him. Suddenly
her strength wavered, she looked at him and felt as though no one
wanted to do anything to her but make her hurt.
Her rose-red
covered diary, its trimmings gold, sat in her bag in her locker.
She went nowhere without it.
**I barely
live and breathe with my infliction of torment and anguish caused
by my father, knowing in this single moment of my life, I truly
believe and feel I could never trust anyone with my feelings. I
know I should get on with my life, find the courage to be proud
of who it is I am, but I just can't seem to get past this, what I
feel, what I want. Simply, plainly and all so completely the
freedom to live, to laugh, to love.**
He hoped he
didn't say the wrong thing and damage the barricade she had long
set around herself hoping no one hurt her again. He saw it there
every time he looked into her eyes. He often wondered who it was
that caused so much pain. He wondered whom it was that caused her
to set the shield around her heart that he couldn't break down.
When he thought he had, she built up another one.
I got a
call from a doctor over at Mercy. They brought a D.O.A in two
days ago. replied Luka. Jude didn't understand what this
meant.
Okay. What
does that have to do with me?
His name
was Scott Crawley.
Jude instantly
shocked at a name she remembered from only 5 weeks earlier. Scott
Crawley had dropped the lawsuit against the hospital and Dr.
Baker under legal council advice. They figured his poor treatment
of his son didn't help him, in the custody battle he was up
against with the State. Only 2 weeks ago, Kerry had received news
from Adele of Social Services that Thomas Crawley was awarded
back to his father. Social Services investigation and the
ruling Judge couldn't determine if Thomass injuries were
sustained through him falling down the stairs, or by his father,
and there had been no previous case brought against Scott of
child abuse. Thomas loved his father and wanted to protect him
and in protecting him he kept his silence, when questioned by the
authorities, and in Thomas's silence, they returned the boy home.
What
happened? Jude was curious.
Thomas
found him in bath, electrocuted.
Really?
Jude didn't really care. Her thoughts were of Thomas. What
about Thomas, is he okay?
He's fine,
Social Services found a Foster home for him with nice people.
Good.
Scott Crawley
fell asleep in the bathtub, while his 8-year-old son Thomas slept
in the other room. Mr. Crawley didn't have time to react; the
electric shaver fell into the bath of water as he lay sleeping,
and didn't wake. Electrocuted at 10.35pm, Thomas Crawley called
emergency services and waited for the paramedics to arrive. In
his shock and dismay, Thomas could only report that he had been
asleep through the whole thing and didn't hear his father. The
best he could recollect in his own mind, but something he didn't
share to anyone was that his father usually used disposal razors,
and only realized Scott owned an electric shave two days prior to
his death. The death of Scott Crawley of 23 White Avenue was
stated as accidental, and it couldn't be disputed, two people
were involved, one was dead and the other had supposedly slept
through the whole thing.
If that's
it, I've got patients. Jude had no time to stand around and
talk, especially about what happened 5 weeks ago. She was not
about to sacrifice herself again, to anyone, especially Luka. She
let the black sorrow suffocate her soul, and the misery strangle
her heart. Nothing and no one would break within her again.
Yeah,
that's it. I just thought you'd like to know.
Thanks.
Jude briskly walked out of the room. She was not going to spend
any unnecessary time with him if she didn't have to. Luka
saddened by her lack of interest. Not spending time with her like
he use to surprisingly weaved his soul with sadness. He couldn't
explain and was not even sure he wanted to. His heart and mind
battled with each other every day. His heart didn't want to give
up fighting, to be with her, to have her in his life. His mind
was too confused to know what it wanted. He feared the answers to
all his questions; afraid they were not the answers he would be
looking for. For some unexplainable reason this woman suddenly
kept his insanity sane. He felt he had become a burden to her.
Instantly his heartache crushed his spirit and he felt he had to
let it. How did he expect to be spared from the pain he had
caused to another? The world passes by, life's living the only
way they know how, and he stood alone, knowing his heart died.
Jude had captured the entirety of his heart and he knew until he
escaped from what he felt for her, he would never be the same,
and as the frustration well up in his eyes, he realized he no
longer wanted to be the same. Luka Kovac no longer wanted to
escape from his feelings for her.
Luka wanted to be
the one who waited for her to get home safe and well, untouched
by her days and all of life's hardships. He wanted to be the one
to lie upon her welcoming chest, her soft heartbeat drifting him
into sweet dreams. He wanted Jude to be the one who embraced the
solitude he set upon her, and glide her into peace and serenity.
Luka wanted to be the one who she wanted, and now he felt he
would never have anything he wanted, and he knew he had no one
else to blame.
He regretted ever
letting Jenny into his apartment. He hated himself for letting
Jenny come between him and the woman he cared so deeply for. He
encompassed his courage and set out to find her and tell her
everything his heart and soul wanted.
****
Kerry needed a
coffee; she went into the doctors lounge to get one and
woke Jude up. Jude lay curled up on the couch, and slept through
Dr. Green doing his charts, and Abby putting her bag and coat
into her locker to start her shift, but she knew Kerry anywhere,
even in her sleep. Jude yawned and stretched her tired body as
she sat up, and Kerry noticed her.
I didn't
wake you, did I?
No. I was
just laying here with my eyes closed. smirked Jude. Kerry
had woken her up but it was time for her to get back to work
anyway. Kerry poured herself a coffee and held the pot out to
Jude.
No thanks.
Jude looked at her watch, realizing the time; she had been asleep
for about a half an hour. Didn't your shift finish a couple
of hours ago?
Yeah, I had
some things to catch up on, described Kerry. She sat down
next to Jude on the couch, making herself comfortable. Jude could
instantly tell they were going to have one of their deep and
meaningful conversations. The ones that got them both through the
hard times. The look on Kerry's face gave it away.
What?
How are
you? wondered Kerry.
Tired.
sighed Jude. I just got back from upstairs. Oncology
called, Albert Edwards passed away. Finally, Albert Edwards
had succumbed to his cancer. His wife by his side. Photographs of
his family surrounding his room. Love captured within his
memories of his good life. I went up and sat with Mary,
until her granddaughter came to pick her up. She's going to take
care of her for a little while. The angels took him in
their gentle light, and Mary wondered where she would find the
strength to go on? Right now, she felt she couldn't. Not without
her lover and beloved.
I'm sorry.
Me too. He
was a good man apparently. Kerry listened closely, ready to
jump in and console if she had to. Hold a hand. Give out a hug.
She was
telling me that above everything else he was a good friend. A
wonderful, gentle lover, which is probably more than I needed to
know. Jude smiled, Kerry appreciated her sweetness, But
what she loved most about Albert was that he was the most gentle
and loving father she could ever had hoped for. I could hear such
pride in her voice when she spoke about him. Jude
remembered all of Mary's words. They made her think and feel and
wonder how one person could be such a noble and gentle man, a
person man enough to be a genteel father, and then there was
Scott Crawley, and then there was Allen Baker.
Are you
sure your okay?
Yeah, I'm
fine.
Friends and
friendship pledge within the walls of Cook County and within
their pledge an oath existed. They would protect each other.
Stand up and be heard, in defending one another. They watched the
backs of their neighbors. They steadied the hands of admired
fellowmen. They listened and consoled when times were harsh on
their tired minds and limbs. They counted on each other when they
could no longer count on themselves. They trusted each other,
respected one another, and often looked at kinfolk for guidance,
and they always, found it there.
You know I
have watched you grow into a beautiful caring young woman.
Kerry!
Jude couldn't help but blush. She hated hearing stuff like this
about herself. She didn't believe it. She had never thought so.
She only ever saw the scars.
And you
made Mary's journey through this a lot easier to bear. Your
mother would be so proud and I am so proud, and so blessed to
have you in my life, as I'm sure Mary has been.
Please.
Jude was uncomfortable. She had known Kerry for what seemed an
eternity, but feelings and emotions just were not subjects she
liked to talk about with anyone, even her closest friend.
I know you
don't like to hear this stuff, but you should be proud of
yourself too.
I am.
said Jude. I just don't want to talk about it. Two
friends shared a silent moment, remembering. Jude Baker had been
raised in a home of grief, and only ever found peace and serenity
in her mother's memories. Her life had been a time of hope lost.
A time of courage spent, but she had found a will and a way to
survive.
I whispered
in his ear, Albert's I mean, to say hello to my mom for me, think
he heard me? whispered Jude. Her sanity often suffered from
the sorrow of others and from the moments, she spent thinking of
her mother.
Of course
he did.
Kerry was
concerned for Jude's state of mind and heart. She trusted her
wholeheartedly with patients and her work but when it came to
private and personal, Jude often pushed things to where the
insanity touched the sane. Talking about her mother was usually
one of the signs, and Kerry could remember so vividly the episode
in their lives when in her devastation Jude stepped so far into
oblivion it took her 11 months to recover. Her world had fallen
down around her. Her ocean and shore had collided. The hands of
fate had dealt her a deathly blow.
****
Jude was 16 years
old when she had arrived in Kerry's care, broken and battered.
Her father, in vicious temper had shoved her so hard she had
fallen on top of their glass-top dining table. Paramedics didn't
believe she had much of a chance of survival. She had lost so
much blood by the time they had arrived; they thought she was
already dead. They couldn't believe that within all that blood,
and torn flesh, a tiny broken body still lived. She arrived at
the hospital with two fights to battle. Kerry, who in her caring
brought the young girl back from the brink of death, twice,
looked after her physical struggle. Kerry sutured her with
precision, so that the obvious scars she would live with for the
rest of her life were smaller, and supported her through physical
therapy to get her limbs and ligaments back to being strong.
Jude's emotional
struggle had been tougher. She often lay sleeping under
medication, praying to God to take her to her mother. She had
given up all hope of ever living. She allowed the depression and
despair to wither her body to a skeleton of what it once was.
Words of encouragement and solace were ignored. The demons that
had been her life for 16 years surfaced to her heart, and soul
and she battled with them in her nightmares, and in the reality,
that was her life. They continued well into the months, and over
the years, and it was probable she would struggle with it always,
but in her heartfelt angst Kerry felt she needed to push the
young girl whose life began to drift away into death, to get her
to survive through it.
You can lay
here and waste away, but you still will not get what you want.
She's not coming for you. Kerry preserved with Jude through
her temper tantrum, and in keeping the hospital up to all hours
of the night. The door locked, the room trashed. Two women,
doctor, and patient fought it out and wondered if they would get
through it.
I need her
to give me, yelled Jude. She couldn't say the words. She
was so confused, and so messed up. She loved her mother so deep
within her heart of hearts and she was dead, she hated her father
vigorously and he was still alive. Nothing made sense. She wanted
her life to be over and it was not. She wanted her mother to come
and get her and take her home, but she didn't. She wanted to know
what she had done to deserve her father's brutal hand. No one had
the answers.
Give you
what, Jude? All the things you need to find are in your own
heart, screamed Kerry.
No. There
is nothing there. It's broken. Kerry wanted to mend it for
her, but knew Jude had to do it for herself if she had ever a
chance of surviving. I want my mother. I want her back,
begged Jude after 6 hours.
She's not
coming back, said Kerry, distress echo in her words. She
hated doing this to her, and desperately hoped in time she would
forgive her for it.
Then let me
go to her, cried Jude. She would allow death to be her
sacrifice if it meant she was back with her mother. Jude Baker
fell to the floor shaking and crying for the first time in years.
The moment had come, her test. If she got through this night with
her own strength and will and courage, Kerry knew she would get
through life, remembering her mother, still needing her, but
aware that even though her physical presence was desired, she
could get through without her near. Her mothers love and
encouragement lived in her heart and soul, and got her through
what would become the rest of life. It had been almost a calling.
Jude's tears brought her mothers spirit to her and she sat
alongside her on the floor, holding her baby, loving her child,
being the mother she had always been to the young woman who in
time, survived.
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