This is the sequel to The Prodigal Son. Please read that story before reading this and please review!
Synopsis: Jude is gradually adjusting to life as a teen mother but with graduation on the horizon and the impending deadline of her third album the stress is starting to get to her. When new career opportunity threatens to take Tommy from her she finds herself hiding from the world once again.
Prologue:
My name is Jude Harrison and I am 17-years-old. If I were to act 10 years my junior I would inform you that I am in facts 17 and 10 twelfths. Wait, no, I wouldn't be capable of saying that because my 7-year-old self sucked at math even more then my 17-year-old self (hard to believe that's possible, but sadly it is), so my 7-year-old self would in fact tell you I'm 17 and 3 quarters.
Wow, that was a long paragraph just to describe my age. But that's me; always over stating and over thinking things. Thinking can be my worst enemy sometimes.
In two months I'll celebrate my 18th birthday. Personally I think the whole 18 thing is a great bunch of hoopla. I think it's stupid to assume that one day you're a child and the next you're an adult. 6,569 days? OMG! You are such a baby! 6,570? Wow, explain to me the mysteries of the world oh wise and adult one. 9,460,800 minutes on this earth and you're on your own kid. It's all down to you.
Oh dear, you didn't think I did that math myself did you? The fact that all computers and cell phones come with built in laptops is a fact I'm relying on to survive negotiating a world of math.
But anyway, I'll be 18 in two months and that will be good. My sister and I recently got an apartment together but she was the one who signed the lease while the real estate agent practically handed me a lollipop. Well, no, he handed my daughter a lollipop but that's another story.
At 18 I will have full access to my trust fund.
At 18 my boyfriend and I won't be looked upon as wrong. Hopefully.
At 18 I can legally drink alcohol in many parts of the world but then considering my recent behavior that might not necessarily be a good thing.
I'm babbling and this is getting ridiculous. Cut to the chase, Jude.
My name is Jude Harrison and I'm 18 years old. When I was 15 I had a daughter Cassie. I made the biggest mistake of my life and gave her away but God gave me another chance and I got her back. She's my reason for living.
I think I'm in love with my producer Tom Quincy. I sometimes allow myself to believe he feels the same way about me but then we've only been officially dating for a couple of weeks so maybe I'm jumping ahead of myself.
I live with my older sister, Sadie, she's 21. We live in a dinky three bedroom apartment. One bedroom is decorated all in pink for Cassie who is your typical little girl.
I'm graduating from school in a few months and about a month after that I'm releasing my much anticipated third album.
Can life be perfect or is that just a thing of dreams? Do I really want to know the answer? If the answer is no then maybe I want to keep living in my dream world. Maybe I don't want to face reality.