"Judy, where are you?" Valerie yelled through her earpiece. The young woman couldn't help once the anxiety hit her like a sandstorm. Her other hand's fingers absentmindedly combed through her scarlet straight tresses as she was in the hall. Fortunately, her daughter wasn't nearby as she was with sleepover in Kit Walker's house with his children and their mother. "Please, don't tell me, something is wrong." The redhead carried on to cry out loud, pouting her plump, naturally rosy-coloured lips.

All of a sudden, the phone cut off as they were in the middle of the conversation without continuation as well. It pipped and pipped as Valerie's ears verged to bleed from the tiresome sound that rang in her frail ears.

"Judy! Noo!"

Hence, she adjusted the earpiece back on the phone as the Russian-American fled up to the kitchen to pour herself some whiskey to calm her nerves. Shortly after, taking the first sips of the scotch glass, she headed to the hall and tried to dial the numbers for the second phone number of Howards when they are in London.

She wasn't sure what was going on, nonetheless the things didn't aim to the right path at all. Especially after the spontaneous Jude's disappearance in the vacuum and all she can hear seconds before the end of the phone conversantion was particularly the blonde's pleas and high-pitched screams.

Once she dialed the numbers by leaving the scotch glass, filled with whiskey, she held the earpiece close to her ear, waiting patiently for the impending call. In the interim, the redhead took a deep breath, unable to rest for a single second.

Suddenly masculine, soft voice can be heard:

"Hi, Val!"

"Hi, Tim! Thank God, you are answering right away!" The single mother couldn't suppress the overwhelming struggle she recently experienced after Jude's sudden missing.

"Is there anything wrong?" He enquired in clairvoyant way, sensing prejudice.

"Yes and that's why I am calling for. It has nothing to do with me but," She placed a hand on top of her chest, feeling her rapidly hammering heart. "It has to do with your wife. We were just in the middle of our conversation and all I heard were high-pitched screams and pleas just a jiffy before the phone was cut off."

"Oh no! Do you know who did this?" Timothy promptly understood what his old friend told him as a frown crawled on his pale face.

"I don't have any clue! You should check who's done it."

"I will momentarily. Thank you for telling me, Val! I trust you as a friend."

"Thank you!" She blushed as she sensed her cheeks vaguely heating.

"No problem ! Bye for now.

"Bye!"

***

"We will have so much, babydoll! I guarantee you." Daniel whispered in tempting manner in her ear as a mischievous, dark grin distorted across his lips. The more Jude was feeble, more might Daniel acquired from her sheer weakness that oozed from her. She looked over her shoulder. Her hazelish brown eyes radiated apprehension, insistent.

"Daniel, do not do this! I am not attracted to you." He was dragging her up to his bedroom as he changed the pose he dragged her by placing an arm under her hips as the other strong one was under her waist, lifting her up a in a bridal lift as she incessantly drummed his shoulders with her clutched fists, gritting her teeth though the former sister of the church's pleas which were like whispers in the deserts.

"Do not lie to me," He paused by rolling his honey brown eyes, gasping frustrated. "You sex toy!" Then she couldn't contain as her whole face flushed, peppered in sanguine tint. Frosty, wry tears betrayed to gush down her face once the thought of having fun with him flooded her mind with prejudicial thoughts and explicit speculations what he's capable of doing to her when she was the least powerful. Her heart throbbed heavily in her chest as it almost was ready to sprung up from her ribs. Moreover, her eyelids sunk in a dew of dampness. "You are even not strong enough to punch me or escape my claws, beautiful!"

"You aren't supposed to be such jerk, Daniel! I am married with children. What do you want from me else?" She inquired deadly serious, abstaining from showing her impotent side which might drain the rest of her vitality and strength as well.

What Judy actually never thought was being Daniel's husband even a lover. She can hardly imagine herself, sultrily making love to him and not regretting afterwards. Even if she wasn't married to the former monsignor and having these precious little rays of sunshine, she would still be no more than an acquaintance to her brother-in-law.

"Who said you might be not my babydoll otherwise? Don't be afraid of me!" As the man held her with great effort up to his bedroom, located on the second floor, he descended the stairs until he stepped on the lower floor.

He heed attentively her emotional pleas and screams somebody to rescue her, although her high-pitched voice swam in the long corridor like radioactive waves in the vacuum. Consequently Daniel sensed the hints of apprehension and disturbance, brewing inside her as glacial blood flowed in her veins and body. It aggravated the situation as much as possible. Jude's mind stopped functioned as the thought of being kidnapped and being rapped by her husband's brother, nauseated her, yet drumming with clutched fists his shoulders to release her.

"I am not afraid of you. All I want is to release me and stop this abuse!"

"Ha! What abuse, Judy?" The middle-aged man posed the question by sneering at the blonde. "What you call abusive about me?" Subsequently, Daniel couldn't oppress a wicked chuckle, escaping his lips. "Tell me right away!"

"Not only you addressed me a sex toy a few minutes ago, but also you dragged me off the library and want to rape me without my consent." She explained truthfully, averting her gaze by avoiding his hazelish-brown eyes which were fixed on her from time to time. "I can tell you right away, I am not a sex toy and you don't know my story, Daniel. You really don't know it!" She emphasized the word story twice.

"Don't you dare to say such bullshit!" He smacked a light slap across her face with the back of his mammoth hand as she couldn't help, however, caressing with fingers her scorching slapped spot, crying out loud for help. "Of course, it's not abuse!"

"You don't realize what are you even doing, Daniel! You don't realize whose life you are tearing down to pieces." She wriggled in his bridal lift, although the obnoxious failure. Further, she refrained from yelping in pain once he smacked a slap across her face. "Don't you have a wife or woman who's cheering you up in your life instead to confront a married one?"

"Shu, shu, shu, Judy!" He whispered in her ear very softly as it was solely audible for her. Suddenly, he opened the door of his bedroom though the footsteps that approached the stairway, leading for the second floor were oblivious for Timothy's older brother as well. They were like hazy tracks of a crime scene.

As soon as he threw her on his double bed without any hesitancy, the middle-aged woman got from the bed by trying to flee the room, despite his immediate reaction that prevented her escape. He blocked her way.

"Where do you think you are going, sexy?" Daniel questioned slightly irritated, flirtatious winking at her as she just casted a darkened glare at him. She was beyond exasperated to be called and abused like that. It was the eternal, igniting hell that encompassed the former nun with an army of demons, incapable of finding help even God. First and foremost, Jude, herself, was beyond ashamed by her brother-in-law's abhor actions.

"It's not your business, Mister!" She snapped at him by attempting to pass through the blocked way though without any success. "Please, let me out! I need to see my daughter Agnes."

"Not too quickly, beautiful." He charged as he pushed her on the double bed again as Jude had a better plan.

Silence fell between the both adults as Daniel began undoing the silver buttons of his plain white shirt as he was with turned back, ignoring the blonde's facial expression which she currently wore. What her face radiated was a sheer repugnance and trepidation as she has always conjecturing the worst. At last but not least, the former sister of the church refrained to render any sound as she omitted another piercing scream, escaping her throat:

"Timothy! John! Somebody to help me!"

"Nobody won't help you, Aphrodite! Why you still remind me of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, Judy? Huh?" 

"I have nothing to do with her except to possess long golden wavy hair. That's all!"

"Bullshit, Judy! You are mesmerizing like her and no woman can challenge you in beauty." After Daniel undid his shirt's buttons, he felt the thin fabric of his shirt sliding his mossy skin until the garment established on the floor as Jude watched in horror his undressing process until she heard heavy footsteps, coming from the hall.

"I hope it's either Timothy or somebody coming for my salvation." She whispered to herself, strongly believing it might be somebody else from the family, who might rescue her from the venomous claws of her brother-in-law.

"Do not hope too much, sweetheart!" He had almost no time to strip the rest of his garments as he ferociously jumped on her as he pinned her with his heavier, howsoever, mildly tonned body, incapable of moving single muscle of her light-heavy and fragile body. 

In the meanwhile, she averted her stare of the scenery being kissed and violated by man who isn't even her friend. He commenced to assault her neck by peppering it with aggressive kisses as he held her wrists as she squirmed and kicked him in the crotch when he flumped backward and releasing her gripped wrists, holding his aching spot through his trousers and groaning in sore pain. 

In this moment, the middle-aged lady had limited time to flee the room before Daniel to come to his senses and get from the carpeted floor and chase her.

"You, bitch! Arghhhh!" His incessant growling in pain floated in the room as Jude couldn't contain a crawling mischievous grin, flashed on her face as she set free a nefarious snigger, looking down at him with crossed arms, relishing the moment when her attempted predator was experiencing endless anguish. "Please, help me, Judy!"

"I don't know much about you but I know you are a desperate widower, seeking for women and I won't be your candidate." 

"Do not leave me to suffer, Aphrodite!" In the meanwhile, the blonde left her brother-in-law's bedroom, panting by contemplating masculine figure running towards her in the abysmal hall as she momentarily recognized who it was.

"Timothy! Darling!" She slightly sped up without hesitation, spreading her arms.

"Judy! What happened?" As soon as the both adults's proximity diminished, she threw her arms around his shoulders by pulling him to her as her chin rested on his broad, muscly shoulder. Whereas she felt his colossal hands on her waist, his fingertips tipping the fabric of her white wool top with boat neckline and long sleeves. The former priest enquired his wife softly, sensing her inquietude, flowing from her. "Is it alright everything, rare bird?" Dew of moistness pooled her eyelids as wry tears verged to gush down her face, feeling foul and ashamed of herself for not being physically strong enough to stop Daniel though the kick in the crotch rescued her and saved her valuable time. Not only she was shamefaced and feeling the loathsome waterfall, flowing in her veins and body, further, the blonde didn't want to be touched or receive kisses on the neck not until she doesn't takes either a fresh, hot shower or bath, scrubbing the filth off the silken skin of her neck and where Timothy's older brother dared to touch her without her consent. 

"Not at all!" Jude replied desperately as her tears vaguely soaked his shirt's linen fabric, her heart severely throbbing in her chest due to the sinister moment she experienced a handful of minutes ago. "I am feeling so dirty and abashed." She whispered in his ear as her face was buried in the crook of his neck. Fortunately, the older woman felt much better and comforted in her husband's arms and presence.

"What happened? Tell me right away, rare bird. Who dared to dispirit you?"

"It was your brother Daniel." Initially, she responded timidly, stammering as she sniffled, running her fingers through his chestnut hair. "Daniel!" Once Timothy heard his brother's name as it was he actually, who embarrassed Jude, the former monsignor was beyond flabbergasted by hearing this. He wanted to figure out what happened eventually. 

"All I know is that you were being dragged off the library when you spoke to Val and you were in the middle of your phone conversation." 

"That's right!" Jude's puffy, reddish eyes widened once she heard Timothy mentioned their old friend's name, pursing her lips as they broke off the hug and admired one another's facial features, his thumb wiping her streaming down tears. "Wait a second! Is that what Val told you? When it was?"

"A few minutes ago. She spoke hastily and urgently."

"The poor Val! She seemed extremely worried for me." 

"Shu, shu, shu, rare bird! I am here. Val is worried, of course, because she's our friend and she cares about you." She removed her petite, frail hands from his hair as Timothy grabbed them in his larger, smooth ones, lifting them up to his mellow lips and pecked gentle kisses on her milky knuckles. 

"Of course, she's!" Jude exclaimed slightly irritated, staring up at his warm, genial chocolate brown orbs that reassured her as the haunting dreary ghosts of the past just left her heart. 

"Spill the tea about it. I mean what happened next?" They ambled up to the children's room to check on Agnes, ignoring their surroundings.

"After Daniel dragged me off the library as he clamped my mouth with his big hand, he held me in a bridal lift and threw me on his double bed as I tried to escape the room, despite the failure and he was unbuttoning his shirt. I told him I need to see my daughter but he didn't allow me to leave the room. When we heard footsteps, coming from the hallway, he couldn't help but jump on me like a savage animal and assault my neck with kisses as I gained my chance to kick him in the crotch. He was aching in pain and called me bitch and Aphrodite a handful of times."

"Oh! I am terribly sorry for coming in the moment when it was a tad late." He apologized as he held her creamy, elvish hands in his, planting a kiss on the top of her head, his thumbs massaging the back of her hands. 

"It wasn't late. At least, you questioned my condition and wanted to hear the truth."

"It's better late than never, Judy! I assure you, if it wasn't Val to tell me about this, otherwise," The younger man paused by clearing his throat dramatically, glancing at the blonde's face. "I don't want to know with what he might try to harm my rara avis."

***

"Val, is everything alright?" Sally was sitting alongside her friend, taking her hand into her elvish, soft one as the both women were sitting on the chairs in the kitchen.

"How do you think, Sally?" The maid posed the question as her other hand was occupied with a scotch glass of whiskey, sipping of the alcoholic beverage to smooth her nerves, hence, leaving the scotch glass, filled with whiskey aloof on the kitchen table. 

"Judy is safe and she kicked in the crotch the butthole, who tried to rape her." The younger lady started with her monologue in velvety voice, opting to comfort the redhead. "She fled the room and saw Timothy in the corridor as she was safe and sound." 

"Oh Jesus, I am relieved she's finally safe and in Timothy's arms at last." Valerie answered relieved, placing a hand on her chest, sensing beneath her palm the frequently hammering heart in her ribs, blinking a several times as she locked up Sally's hazelish-green eyes. "That's all what I want to know about it."

The both women were in the kitchen as the housekeeper invited over her house the oracle to pay a visit to her with her adorable kindergartener Kaitlyn, who was currently in the bedroom and drawing sketches on the desk, having by her right side on the wooden desk a glass of natural apple juice. 

Sally and Kaitlyn were there for a half an hour. 

***

Before dinner, Jude looked after her daughter Agnes Jude as she was beyond relieved and peaceful for her normal condition by spending some time with her until she went in the bathroom to take a hot, fresh bath by desolating herself for a while from the encircling people, who resided there. She wanted to spend some time with herself. Timothy completely comprehended her needs and knew right away how offensively hurted she was after the attempted rape by Daniel. All she hanked for was a temporary freedom and not peeling a word to anyone else with a handful of exceptions as well.

After the former holy woman finished with bathing her body, she changed herself in clean black lacy lingerie, ideally matching together, then she put on her half-naked body a floral peach dress with square neckline and long sleeves, dropping down to her knees as it revealed partly her long, slender legs. Afterwards, she tied her hair in messy updo and hopped up in comfy slippers by descending the stairs for dinner since the entire family was already gathered on the dining table including Timothy and Ellie, Tristan and Agnes. 

When she sat next to her husband as she was seating between Timothy and Anna, she readjusted her chair as Julietta was serving some of the plates with the dinner's meal for tonight. The table was adorned with a several plates with food, glasses of beverages such as white wine for the adults and natural juice for the children, bottle of white wine and natural juice.

Once they raised a toast and sipped the lukewarm white wine, they left their glasses aside as some of the family members ate in silence unlike the others, who spoke to one another and drowning themsleves in abysmal, complex discussions.

Timothy got his chance to raise the topic about Jude's attempted rape a few hours ago not only in front of his older sibling Daniel, but also the others to be informed about the happened earlier tonight, in spite of the children aren't supposed to hear about this taboo topic as they were too young to assimilate why their mother was so moody and less talkative now.

As they were in the middle of the dinner, Jude informed their children to leave with her the dining room as she guided them to their children's room as soon as they concluded their scrumptious dish.

"Come on, Ellie, Tris and Agnes! Let's go." She evoked jubilantly as she got from the chair when they walked up to her, obediantly following her instructions and took their pint-sized hands in hers, walking away from the room in a matter of seconds.

"Alright, Mommy!" They responded all at one, without expressing huffs and protests. "Where we are going?"

"In your room to read fairy tales and spend some time together, while your Daddy has a serious discussion with your brother for something important." She didn't jump in afflicted, nevertheless, profound details about their impending discussion as yet they were young to understand. "I promise ya, we will have so much fun together, sweethearts!" They stopped walking in the hall as she crouched down to them, kissing their plump cheeks as she released a husky, soft chuckle. 

"Definitely, mom!" Ellie replied with tremendous enthusiasm when they carried on with their imminent journey up to the children's room, imposing the stairs, leading to the second floor.

"Why's that sudden silence and why Jude left with the kids?" John inquired perplexed, arching eyebrows in puzzled manner, shortly before munching the vegetables and meat in his mouth.

"Timothy is very angry with Daniel and that's why." Julietta explained laconically, sighing as she rolled her eyes.

"Ah, I see. I don't have any clue what Daniel has done." John whispered very softly in Julietta's ear as he leant his head forward to the next person, who seated next to him. "But I can smell something suspicious, lurking around him as spirits."

"So what kind of purpose are you livid for this, Tim?"

"Danny, you don't understand how you hurted her. Your imagination is so poor to put yourself in her shoes for the happened earlier tonight." The younger man snapped at his older brother, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep cool outside unlike the vigorously boiling blood in his veins persuaded his adrenaline to wreak his being otherwise. 

"I just dragged her off the library when she spoke on the phone as she was in the most vulnerable condition back then. Without recognizing me. Without having any idea who's there. She's so stupid for not locking herself in the library, Tim!" In the interim, everybody else listened attentively the widower as he earned glares as Timothy's glare was the most piercing, wearing vexation on his pale, youthful face. He sighed when he addressed his wife stupid.

"Who you dare to call stupid, Danny? She wasn't stupid, of course."

"Well, hot goddamn, Timothy! I didn't know how horrible and jealous you are when you realized I kissed your wife's neck a couple of times until she kicked me in the crotch and I fell on the ground like a wounded hare." Daniel furthered with his utterance, crossing his arms. "She watched me how I suffered. She didn't care how much it hurted. She grinned. Judy even left the room carelessly. Just like I don't even exist for her." He concluded with a dry, sarcastic chuckle. 

"I know how tremendously zealous you are of her, however, she's married for our sake. Conform with her current status and I hope you never hurt her like that ever again. Am I clear, jerk?"

Daniel immediately nodded his head as a slight, vile smirk honed up in the corner of his damp lips as he sipped his white wine. He didn't even peel a word. Timothy surveyed his brother's actions and body language with intense detestation. He's never going to see Daniel in the same light ever again since the incident that took its place in their own mansion. In a light, which the former man of the cloth would perceive his brother as a prosperous factor for his family especially his marriage that tended to be endangered even blasted to basics like sandcastles. The whole family kept on with their dinner process by eating and drinking in silence without discussing the vexed question about the accident. 

What Timothy's older brother, Daniel always perceived his younger sibling as a sedulous, intelligent, diplomatic, strong-willed man with great potential to accomplish his dreams until their biles rose up in their throats and combatted one another mentally as Timothy won. Nonetheless, today Timothy not only outraged the widower, but also he drastically changed his opinion about him within seconds.

Additionally, the youngest man left the dinner table by leaving the rest of his family eating as they raised eyebrows in quizzical way as his genuine motive to flee the dining room was oblivious for them.

"Tim?" They shouted his name as if he was crowded by abundance of keen fans of him.

No response followed by the exclaimation. No reaction too.

"Where are you going?" Timon and Anna asked concerned, noting his condition as Timothy cared more about the love of his life and their children rather than what the others would think so. 

"Nah, leave Tim alone! Give him a break." Julietta turned to her youngest child and her husband, patting their shoulders lightly by convincing them. "He needs more time to be with his family."

"But we are his family." Daniel riposted in the least predictable moment, earning his mother, sister's and father's cunning, incisive glares, imprinted on their faces. "What is it now, people? What's wrong with ya?" He raised arrogantly his shoulders.

"He's not the problem, Danny! You are the fool, who made our guests to leave the dining table earlier. It's your bullshit that made them to flee like birds."

"If you say so," His plump, drenched lips trembled by gulping in one sip his white wine, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Deal with yourselves and I need to feel something once in my life. You can't control my life. You aren't the law." The widower got from the table, heading up to the door in the east side of the dining room.

To be continued...