Readers, I sincerely apologize for not updating in months. I said I would be updating weekly and obviously it didn't happen. I hope you can get past that fact and continue to read my story. It has been hard for me to update because my life has been very hectic, especially as of late. Please enjoy despite my inconsistent updates. I try my best to give you all a decent chapter of reading and if you stay reading you won't regret it. Thank you. Without further ado here is the second chapter.


Chapter 2: New beginnings

The next morning, Lana had packed her and Johnny's things up from her apartment and was getting ready to move out. Too many memories were here for Lana to remember and it was just too painful for her to stay there. There was no where for Lana to go so she resorted to temporarily moving in with her parents.

"Oh Johnny baby, I hope your grandma can accept us staying there for just a little while." Lana cradled her son in her arms. "We'll be okay soon. Mommy will get you your own room, and lots of toys and we will have our own house. We'll be okay." She smiled reassuring herself that soon, one day, she'd forget the horrors of her past. Keeping her baby boy wasn't going to remind her of the nightmares Lana once lived but keep the innocence in her alive. Lana regretted nearly giving up Johnny. It was selfish, that baby wasn't part of the mess Oliver Threadson created. Lana picked up the last of her belongings and her car keys, with her baby in tow. She took one last look at the apartment she shared with Wendy and blew out hard before closing the doors to one life and starting anew. "Before we go to grandma's there's a few people I need to visit baby." With that said, Lana took off with intentions to leave her home in Boston and dreams to live in New York.

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"Kit, breakfast is ready!" Jude called from her usual place in the kitchen. "Ya better eat before ya head out far work."

"And miss one of your meals? Never. Good mornin' Miss- Martin" Kit had to stop himself from nearly calling Jude, Mrs. Walker. He was so used to greeting them in the morning, their deaths were still recent. The two shared a laugh and Kit sat down for breakfast. "I don't know if I've told ya this but ya are a good cook. Ya really have a knack for food."

"Well thank ya. Maybe I should apply for a cook or somethin' than?"

"Jude, I told ya. Ya don't have to get a job, takin' care of Julia and Thomas is enough work for ya."

"But Kit." Jude really felt that earning a living to help pay for the bills at the house would be very helpful for Kit. Jude also felt she needed something else to do, it got a little boring at times in the house, even with Kit's two babies in the house.

"No but's Jude. If you think you're free loading or something ya better get that thought out your head because you're family now, I love ya, the kids love ya. We need ya here Jude, this was meant to happen. Me bringing ya here, don't question yar presence here, yar not a burden." Kit sometimes wished Jude would stop trying so hard to please everyone but herself, it seemed that it's been that way for her for a long time. Jude looked down from where she was and stood silent. Kit got up from his chair and put his hands on Jude's shoulders. "I didn't mean ta make ya feel bad. I-I just wanted ta make things clear. Now I'm headin' to work." Kit kissed Jude on the cheek, tapped his finger on her chin and gave her a warm smile. "Smile, it brightens up the place." Of course this comment made Jude smile.

"Ok, ok. Now head off to work, Mistah Walkah." Jude returned the peck on the cheek and laughed, holding on to his shoulders. Jude continued to laugh and Kit slowly inched his lips closer to Jude's and finally crashed into her. He laced his fingers in her hair as he softly kissed her tender lips. Kit soon pulled away and Jude touched her lips.

"I should get goin' now." Kit left Jude where she was standing and left for work. Jude never would've expected a kiss from Kit Walker. She stood leaning against the counter in awe, still pressing her fingers to her still numb lips. Jude hadn't had a real kiss in years, it was a feeling she felt she now desperately needed.

"Wahhhh!" Jude flinched, loosing her train of thought when one of the babies began to cry.

"I'm comin' honey! I'm comin'!" Jude headed straight for the nursery.

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"Jude! Jude!" Timothy Howard sped through the state-run halls of Briarcliff Manor calling for his former friend, a woman he had left here to rot. He managed to reach some form of administration in the filthy asylum. "Excuse me, excuse me."

"Yes. What is it you need help with sir?" The woman had addressed Timothy without looking up.

"I need to see a patient here. Her name is Betty Drake."

"Oh, Cardinal Howard. Ah yes Betty. She was released a while ago." The woman at the desk informed Timothy.

"I'm no longer a Cardinal, I've left the church and I'd appreciate if you didn't address me by the name, Cardinal. And she was released?" Timothy was very confused. "To whom?"

The woman pulled open a drawer with a stack of files and pulled one out. "Kit Walker." Timothy looked up shocked.

"Walker? H-how did he manage to come back and see her? Why did he take her?"

"Mr. Walker was a patient here once and his wife was admitted here around the same time Betty had been here."

"I see. Is his address on file?"

"Car- Mr. Howard, that information is confidential."

"Please miss. I know both Betty and Mr. Walker, and I'd appreciate if you gave me his address." Timothy pleaded.

The woman sighed. "Here." The woman handed Timothy a piece of paper with Kit's home address on it.

Timothy smiled. "Thank you miss." And with that he left the asylum and began to drive to Kit's home.