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Jud's Revenge	By : broadwaybaby Category: M through R > Oklahoma! Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Oklahoma or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Curly held her close and looked round the room. He looked down at the girl he loved, the girl he planned to ask to marry him, and saw her disheveled appearance. He realized that her top was so askew that he could see her bare chest. He unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in his white undershirt, and wrapped Laurey in the flannel to keep her warm and cover her bare skin. It made him sick as he started to realize what had happened here before he was able to find her. He looked at the bed, seeing the rope that he had freed her from and the blood-stained, askew blanket. Then he saw the bloomers on the floor across the room and he swallowed hard. That monster had done something unforgiveable and Curly wouldn’t let him get away with it. But first, he had to take care of his Laurey.
“Laurey? Laurey? Let’s git you home.” Laurey wrapped her arms up around Curly’s neck as he lifted her into his arms to carry her toward the house.
“Wait, Curly. W-where is he?”
Curly pulled out his gun from his holster and cocked it back. “Don’t you worry bout ‘im, Laurey. He won’t be comin’ anywheres near you ever agin.” Carrying Laurey up toward the main house, Curly noticed that Jud was not where he had left him. To Curly’s mind, that was a good thing because he was likely to have shot him on the spot.
Making it into the farmhouse, Curly was greeted by Aunt Eller. “Oh thank heavens! Ya found ‘er!” Laurey hid her face in Curly’s chest. She couldn’t face anyone right now.
“Ring Doc Tyler, Aunt Eller. Tell ‘im to bring his bag. Ring Andrew Carnes, too. I’m takin’ Laurey up to her room.”
“Uh, Curly? I knows I don’t have to tell yous this, but that ain’t the most proper way to –“
“I ain’t leaving her alone. Now, please, Aunt Eller. Place the calls.” Aunt Eller was not used to this side of Curly. Curly was the relaxed type. They joked with each other all the time. And he’s a swell dancer. But never had he had this tone that she could remember. Straight-faced, she nodded and Curly climbed the stairs with Laurey still in his arms.
Curly cautiously entered Laurey’s room and slowly placed her on her bed, but she wouldn’t let go. “Laurey, honey, ya gots to let go of me.” Laurey shook her head. She felt protected in his arms. “I ain’t goin’ far. I’m just gonna start some bath water on the stove fer ya.” He did just that and set out towels for her next to the tub in the room next door to hers. While the water heated, Curly returned to the side of Laurey’s bed and held her hand, letting her know he was there.
When the bath was ready, Curly leaned down and gently kissed Laurey on the forehead. “Laurey? Let’s get ya cleaned up, okay? Grab a nightgown t’ take in there with ya for after your bath. Take as long as ya want. I’ll warm up more water ef ya needs me to.” Laurey got to her feet and started to shuffle toward the tub. The tenderness between her legs made moving a bit difficult. He had been so rough…. Curly helped to support her when he saw her struggle. “I’ll jus’ leave ya to it, then,” Curly said, starting to close the door.
“Wait, Curly.”
“Wha’s the matta, Laurey?”
“Can…can ya tell me if my back is bruised? It really hurts.”
Curly held his anger at bay. “O-okay.” He grabbed a towel and held it up as a barrier between them as she removed his shirt and her torn dress and corset. Keeping his eyes closed, Curly handed Laurey the towel to cover herself and, with her permission, he opened his eyes to examine her wounds. He could see blotchy black and blue marks starting to appear on her pale skin along with a couple of small cuts. Without thinking, Curly murmured, “What did he do to ya?” Realizing that he had said it aloud, he quickly continued, “Ya don’t haft t’ tell me.” He gently touched the bruised skin. “Yeah, you is bruised with a couple a cuts, too.”
“It musta been when he got mad. I think I hit the wall.”
It broke Curly’s heart to know that she was hurt, that he couldn’t protect her. He reached down and grabbed a wash cloth and dipped it into the bath water. “May I?” he asked gently and she nodded, allowing him to clean the wounds on her back she wouldn’t be able to reach. When he had finished, he told her, “You better git in. The water’s gittin’ cold.”
“Wait. Can I see that?” Laurey turned to take the wash cloth from his hand and turned back around to keep her back to him. She dipped the wash cloth into the water again and began to wipe the blood from her thighs. When she went to dip the wash cloth again, Curly saw the blood staining the white cloth.
“Laurey!” he exclaimed.
“I-I’m okay, Curly. I mean, I ain’t bleedin’ no more.”
“He ain’t never gonna tetch you agin. Never, Laurey. I mean it.”
“Curly!” Aunt Eller’s voice came from downstairs, “Curly, Doc Tyler and Mr. Carnes is heer.”
“Laurey, I need t’ go n talk to ‘em. Will ya be okay up heer?”
Making sure she was covered, Laurey turned around to face Curly and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “Thank ya, Curly. I’ll be okay. Jus’…hurry back?”
“Will do.”
As Laurey eased herself into the tub, Curly went downstairs to talk to the two men he thought could help this situation. “Gentlemen,” Curly greeted. “Aunt Eller, if you’ll excuse us,” he said ushering her out of the room.
“What’s goin’ on heer, Curly?” Doc Tyler questioned.
“Did ya find Laurey?” Mr. Carnes asked, knowing the search had been on for her for much of the evening.
“She was attacked,” Curly explained.
“What?” Mr. Carnes chimed in.
“She okay?” the doctor questioned, concerned.
“She’s…well, she’s heer. She’s up taking a bath, gittin’ herself cleaned up. I jus’… yous were the only men I knew to call….”
“Well, what happened, son?” Mr. Carnes said, his fatherly nature kicking in.
“Well, she ain’t exactly talked about it much, but I has a purdity good idy what happened.”
“Jus’ tell us what ya know,” Mr. Carnes, the judge of the town, continued.
“I found ‘er down in Jud’s smokehouse. She was tied to the bed ‘th a rope ‘round her wrists. Her corset was ripped, her bloomers were on the floor, and there was blood on the bed….” Each word pained Curly to say, but he knew Laurey needed the help of these men. “I know her back’s all bruised and cut up, but I don’ know ‘bout any more injuries….”
“Goddammit,” was all either of the men could manage to say. The room was silent until Carnes’s anger rose to the point of explosion, “Where is that shike-poke?! I’ll string ‘im up from the nearest tree!”
“I punched ‘im but good, but ‘en, ‘fore I could come back fer ‘im, he was gone,” Curly explained.
“I’ll make sher t’ issue a warrant fer his arrest ferst thing in the mornin’, Curly,” Mr. Carnes assured him.
“How can I hep?” Doc Tyler asked, focusing on compassion for the victim rather than anger at the perpetrator.
“Can ya jus’… look ‘er over when she’s ready? I wants to make sher she’s physically okay. There was enough blood on that bed….”
“Well, that makes sense. She a good girl. She unmarried. It’s probably nuthin’ to worry ‘bout, but I’ll take a look.”
“Let me jus’ go see how she is.” Curly headed for the stairs and was cut off briefly by Aunt Eller.
“Curly, I heared. Is our girl really gonna be okay? Tell me the truth.”
Curly shook his head. He should’ve known better than to think Aunt Eller wouldn’t be eavesdropping during that conversation. “She’s purdity banged up, Aunt Eller. Bruises, cuts. She darn near turned a wash cloth red cleaning up the blood. We’ll see what the doc says.” He patted her on the shoulder and took the stairs two at a time to get back to Laurey.
Curly knocked on the door cautiously before entering. “Laurey?” he said softly, gently, “Laurey? Ya decent?” It was then that he heard her crying and he rushed in to find her in the tub, sobbing into the lukewarm water. He grabbed a towel and helped her to her feet, wrapping her in the towel, and gently helped her to her bed, sitting beside her. “Shhh. I’m sorry. I shuldn’t’ve left ya. Shhh. I’m here.” She leaned on his shoulder, trying to calm her breathing down. Soon, in his embrace, she was able to calm the sobs. “Okay, Laurey? Doc Tyler is heer. Can he take a look at ya? Just to make sher you’s okay?”
“I…I guess so.”
“Good. So let’s git you in a nightgown so he can take a look.” Curly used his gentlest touch to help her get dressed, closing his eyes when necessary. As much as he loved Laurey, he wasn’t going to make her uncomfortable in any way. “Okay, jus’ lie down. I’ll be right back.”
Curly soon returned with the doctor. As Doc Tyler got set up for his examine, Curly went to leave, but Laurey called out to him. “Curly, please. Don’t leave me.”
“It alright ‘th you, Doc?”
“Might hep, Curly.” Curly nodded and took a seat in a chair next to the head of Laurey’s bed.
Doc Tyler asked for a list of all of her injuries. With difficulty, Laurey started to slowly answer, “There’s some bruising and a couple of cuts on my back.”
“And what is that from?” Doc Tyler questioned, taking notes on a chart.
“He…he got angry ‘th me. I tried to git away. He throwed me back down and I hit the wall before I hit the bed.”
“Okay. Other injuries?”
“Burns on my wrists.”
“Burns?”
“From the rope. He… um… he tied me up so I couldn’t git away.” Each word felt like a punch to the gut for Curly, but he stayed strong, holding Laurey’s hand the whole time. “I have a couple scratches on my chest…” Laurey continued, her eyes falling to focus on the blanket on her bed out of embarrassment.
“Can you tell me what those are from, Laurey?” The doctor made sure to use the gentlest wording he could to keep her as comfortable as possible.
“His fingernails.” This answer was practically mumbled, but Doc Tyler caught it. Curly thought he might be sick. “And…and I…I was bleeding from –“
“I know. It’s okay. Let’s take a look.” Doc Tyler examined all of the cuts and bruises on Laurey’s body, telling her to make sure to keep them clean. He also made sure her bleeding had stopped. “Most likely, there’s some tearing. You be sore for a while ‘n there may be a bit of blood, but it should heal on its own.” Doc Tyler left her some pills to help her sleep and told her to call him if she needed anything. Then he beckoned Curly to the hall, closing her door behind them. “I wish I could do more.”
“Thank ya, Doc,” Curly said, shaking his hand.
“Keep an eye on ‘er, Curly. She’s gonna have a hard time fer a while.” Curly nodded. He had already planned to take care of her. “And we’ll have to see what happens in a month or two.”
Doc Tyler turned to go, but Curly stopped him. “What’d ya mean?”
The doctor took a deep breath and let it out. This wasn’t going to be easy to break to him. “We’ll have t’ see ef she is ‘th child. I’m sorry, Curly.” Doc Tyler grabbed Curly’s arm tightly, reassuringly and turned to go.
Curly ran downstairs to make sure the doctor and Mr. Carnes had left and then he was caught again by Aunt Eller. “How is she, Curly?”
Curly told Aunt Eller about Laurey’s injuries, but left out the doctor’s last comment to him. He couldn’t bring himself to repeat it. “I’m going to stay with ‘er, Aunt Eller.” Without a fight, Aunt Eller nodded and Curly headed back upstairs to his Laurey.
He crossed to her bedside and brushed her bangs to the side. She looked up at Curly and whispered, “Am I gonna be okay, Curly?”
He took a seat on the side of her bed. “Of course ya air! Ya heared the doctor and I’m gonna be right heer to take care of ya.”
“Really? You ain’t leavin’?”
“Not ef you’ll have me.” Curly then found a blanket from the cupboard and started to settle down on the floor next to Laurey. “I’ll be right heer.”
“Oh, Curly. Ya cain’t sleep on the floor!”
“I’ll be fine,” he assured her.
“Please? Lay heer,” she said, patting the bed next to her.
Curly was hesitant. “Ya sher, Laurey?” She nodded and Curly crawled in beside her, making sure to stay atop of her covers and to stay fully clothed.
“Hold me?” she asked softly.
“O' course,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her. In his protective embrace, she drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note: Hello everyone! I've loved watching the number of hits climb over the last few days. For such a specific fandom like Oklahoma!, I was excited to see 30 hits in just a couple of days. But I would really like to know what you all think of the story now that you have more of it!
Additional Author's Note: In the show, I know that Curly technically sold his gun at the Box Social to be able to outbid Jud for Laurey's hamper. However, I imagine Curly having additional weapons and he just sold his nicest, newest one. That's how he still has a gun for this scene (and future scenes). Thanks for reading!
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