Hey guys! A lot of ppl have been saying that they can't find the videos so here are the links...

youtube .com/watch?v=eBkybChwZdM (soulmate chapter)

youtube .com/watch?v=GIhytDViJeI&feature=channel (jommy chapter)

Again, they are very big spoilers. Especially the Jommy chapter so if you don't want a spoiler don't look at it. Please comment too! Thank you! So the next few chapters are going to be about Jude and Lola. We'll see where we go from there. By the way, what sounds better? Stola or Loven?

Just wondering. PLEASE REVIEW!! THANK YOU EVERYONE!!


Chapter 6: The Secret Life

Lola woke up to the smell of sausage and pancakes. She smiled knowing it was her dad cooking his famous chocolate chip pancakes. It was a perfect way to start the morning. She got out of bed and picked out her clothes for school. When she finally got dressed, she put her hair in a messy bun, and grabbed her books.

The food smelt more and more incredible the closer she got. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a blonde hair woman over the stove. She turned off the stove and put the pancakes on a plate and the sausage in another. "Jude?" Lola said in confusion.

Jude turned around and saw Lola with a perplexed face on. She smiled slightly. She put the pancakes on the island as Lola slowly sat up on one of the stools. "I decided to earn my keep," Jude explained. "And it's a thank you, for convincing Tommy to take me in."

"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Bet you they're not as good as my dad's."

"Where do you think he got the recipe from?" Jude asked chuckling.

"Oh, that's right," Lola said. "He said he learned how to cook from a bitch."

"Whoa," Tommy said walking in. "Lola Quincy, what did I tell you about that kind of language?"

"Sorry," she apologized to her dad. "I'm not hungry anyway."

"Ok," Jude whispered and started to put the pans in the dishwasher. She turned around slightly looking the relationship between Lola and Tommy. The seemed so happy and comfortable with each other. It was more like they were best friends than anything else.

"You ready for school?" Tommy asked Lola.

"Yep," Lola responded.

"Alright come on," he said grabbing the keys from the kitchen counter.

"Can I drive?" She asked.

"If you promise to be careful," he said.

Lola laughed and grabbed the keys. She put her books in her backpack and put it on her shoulder. Then, taking him by surprise, she jumped on Tommy's back. He let out a grunt and pushed her up more. "Aren't you a little too old for piggy back rides?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "Now go daddy, go!"

They both laughed and went outside to the driveway. Jude couldn't believe how close they were. She wished she had that relationship with her daughter. She knew she was stupid for what she did. But it had been ten years. Surely, they could forgive and forget by now. She wasn't asking for a big fairy-tale happily ever after. All she wanted was her family back. At least her daughter.

Everything was so out of control. Maybe talking to them would help. It would be hard but she had to start somewhere. And she knew Lola would listen to her. Jude sat at the island and took a bite out of her pancakes. What would she even say?

o0o0o

Lola walked through the busy hallways of Gainesville High School with Bree. They were laughing and chattering away about everything and anything. Right now, school was Lola's only escape from her mother. But Bree was trying everything to convince to her to make peace. On the way to lunch, she decided to try again. "Don't you even want to try?" Bree asked grabbing a hoagie.

"She broke my dad's heart, Bree," Lola said getting a salad.

They both paid for their lunch and went outside to meet Steven, Jack, and Emily; Jack's new girlfriend. "It's been ten years," she still tried to encourage. "I mean fate obviously brother her here for a reason. And now she's living with you."

"It's only until next month," Lola sighed. "I took pity on her."

Bree finally accepted defeat. She knew it was going to be tough to convince her. But she didn't think it would be impossible. They saw Steven and the rest of the gang under a tree. They hurried and joined them. Steven and Lola brushed their hands together for a second. From a bystander point of view, it just looked like and innocent accident. That's what they were shooting for.

Rumors were going around about the two but all they did was deny it. Lola even pretended to flirt with other guys, much to Steven's dismay. But it worked. The rumors were slowly dying down.

o0o0o

Jude spun herself around in the swivel chair bored. She had writer's block and gave up the song. She laid her head on the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Tommy came in quietly and saw her blowing bubbles with her gum. He leaned against the doorway just watching her act like a bored little kid listening to a lecture. Despite himself he smiled and chuckled. Jude heard him, turned around, and lifted her head. He shook his head at her in mock disappointment. "Never thought Elizabeth Taylor would be sitting down on the job," Tommy joked.

"No, but Jude Harrison does when she had writer's block," Jude said smiling.

"So, you still go by Harrison?" He asked.

"Depends on where I am," she responded. "In my company, Alias, Inc. it's Harrison. But in Canada it's still Quincy."

He nodded and was going to walk away. Although it wasn't as hard as it was before, it was too hard to be in the same room for too long. But the tension was disappearing. And Tommy didn't like that. He didn't want to forgive too easily. He wanted to hate her, but it wasn't working too well.

"Tommy wait," she pleaded. "Please, sit and talk to me. I don't care if you yell at me, scream; whatever. Just please. I don't want to do this with you."

He looked at her; directly into her eyes. All she could see was the same pain and betrayal she saw so many years ago. He ten looked to the floor and sighed. This wasn't something he could just forgive and forget. As much as he wanted to just pick her up in his arms and kiss her, it couldn't be done. His heart wouldn't let him. "I can't Jude," he said with a shaky voice.

With that he walked out of the studio. Jude side and put her head against the control panel a little too hard. "Ow."

o0o0o

Lola, Steven, Jack, and Emily were at Lola's house. Lola and Steven were on one couch, and Jack and Emily were on the other. Both couples were making out. They had been for the past hour and the only time they separated was to get oxygen. Neither Jude nor Tommy was due back home for another three hours.

Even though they have only been dating for about three months, Lola and Steven were falling for each other fast. This scared Steven more than anything. He wasn't supposed to fall for girls. Sooner or later he was going to either give her up or share. It was a lose-lose situation.

He could tell her about Cameron. He could tell her about his life. But it was his deep dark secret. He kept it in for so long. If Lola knew, he would lose forever. He couldn't handle that.

All of this was so confusing for him. Steven never had to deal with this before. Once he met Cameron, falling in love was never an option. But with Lola, he couldn't help himself. As much as he tried to distance his heart from her, it kept going back. Who knew someone so young could make him lose control like he was? Certainly not him.

Lola could tell he wasn't concentrating on the kiss. He seemed distracted. She pulled away and looked at him with a confused look. But before she had time to ask him his phone started to vibrate. He took it out and flipped it open. "Steven here," he greeted.

There was a moment of silence as he listened to the other person. His eyes went wide and then he got up from the couch quickly. Jack looked at Steven worried. He got up and touched his shoulder. "Leslie, calm down," he instructed. "Go into my room and lock the door. I'll be right over."

Jack knew instant what was going on when he heard Steven say his little sister's name. Lola was completely confused. What was going on with Leslie? "It's ok," he promised over the phone. "If anything, I have…protection. Just stay in my room and wait for me."

Jack grabbed Emily's hand and his jacket then headed out the door. "Is everything ok?" Lola asked Steven as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Something came up at my house," he vaguely stated. "I'll call you later."

He kissed her quickly and headed out the door. She sat there dumbfounded at what had just occurred. She brushed it off uneasily hoping whatever it was, Steven and his sister would be all right.

Steven's face was in his hands trying to calm down but it wasn't working. He was ten minutes away his house. A lot could happen in ten minutes. He wanted to know why this car wasn't going any faster. Jack was driving since he gave him a lift today. Images of Leslie on the ground crying and bleeding kept popping in his mind. This car ride was taking way too long. It had to go faster. Finally, they made it.

Steven got out his Gerber and switched it open. Jack grabbed his gun from under the seat. He told Emily to stay in the car. She nodded and locked the doors. Both of them walked into the house quietly. There was a bowl shattered on the ground. They walked slowly through the house and looked at the wreckage. Pictures were on the floor and there was a hole in one of the walls. They started to make their way to his room.

Passing the bathroom, Steven saw his dad throwing up in the toilet. He hurried to his room. He knocked on it. "Leslie, it's me and Jack," he whispered through the door.

The door quickly opened and twelve-year-old Leslie collapsed in his arms crying. He hugged her close trying to calm her down. "Jack I've got this," he said. "You can go."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked.

Steven nodded. Jack kissed the top of Leslie's head and got out of the house. Steven pulled away and they went inside his room. He looked at her and saw a deep cut above her eye. "He did this to you?" He asked angrily. "That's it! I'm done with this!"

He was about to go to his father when Leslie ran in front of the door. "Don't," she pleaded. "He'll hurt you like last time. And mom's not here anymore to stop him from killing you. I can't lose you."

"But Les, we can't keep letting him do this to us," he said.

"It's just a cut ok?" She said pushing away from the door. "I'm fine. And mom promised she'd come back for us right? It's only a matter of time. Then we'll be out of here."

He looked at her sadly. She was only twelve. She shouldn't have to deal with this abuse; this life. He sighed and hugged her closely. He just hoped that his mother would come back soon.

"Mom!" Steven yelled and ran to the kitchen. He woke up to his mom screaming. His father had a frying pan in his hand. He saw him strike her across the face with it. Steven jumped on him and his father back landing on him. He got up and, without a second thought, started to hit him with the pan over and over again.

His mother got up and tried to stop him. "Fred!" She screamed. "Fred, stop it!"

She went up and managed to grab his wrist. She grabbed the pan and threw it across the room. Fred turned around and punched her. "You better know your place Natalie," he growled. "And that goes for your dumbass son too!"

He turned around again. Steven tried to get up but Fred punched him. He wouldn't stop. Steven started to choke on his own blood. He could feel himself slipping away. Natalie saw an empty beer bottle on the counter and picked it up hastily. Smashing it against Fred's head glass flew everywhere.

"Mom?" Leslie called from the hallway.

"Leslie, go back in your room!" Natalie shouted.

Fred got up and stared at his wife like she had gone insane. She backed up near the door. All Steven saw left was his father lifting his fist and his mom screaming before he went unconscious.

Steven woke up breathing heavy with sweat on his forehead. He looked beside him and saw Leslie sleeping soundly. He looked at the clock. It was almost seven in the morning. He took a deep breath. He had plans to meet Cameron in an hour. He softly kissed his little sister forehead before quietly getting out of bed.

Making his way to the living room, he saw his dad passed out on the floor. He couldn't believe how pathetic his own father was. He couldn't stand it. He grabbed his keys and went to meet Cameron.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Cameron asked as Steven walked into his house.

Steven shrugged as they shook hands. "Decided to take the scenic route," he joked. "So, what's the assignment?"

"Before we get into that," Cameron started, "I want to know about this girl that you've been hiding from me. Heard Jack talking about it to his candy. I'm pretty sure it's the same one I saw at the movies right?"

Steven tensed up. Jack could never keep his big mouth shut. Cameron was mad a disappointed. He could tell. He took a deep breath. There was no point in lying now. "Her name is Lola," he sighed. "She's my candy."

"How old and does she know?"

Steven looked down ashamed to have lied to his friend and partner. "Fifteen and not even the slightest clue," he replied.

Cameron looked at him like he was crazy. "That's not a suitable candy," he stated sternly. "And the fact that you kept this from me isn't suitable either."

Steven nodded agreeing. "I know, boss. But don't worry, I'm ready."

o0o0o

"Oh, my god, Steven," Lola exclaimed as Steven came into the lobby of Skilcraft. He had a black eye, a split lip, and two cuts on his left cheek. He looked like he had just gotten into a fight. "What happened to you?"

"Mugger," he grunted.

"Do you want me to call the police so you can report it?" She asked.

Steven nodded. Jack sat down on the couch as Lola went into Tommy's office. Steven joined him grunting again. He was getting a little too used to this. Lola came out and said the police were on their way. She examined her boyfriend to make sure he was ok. "Wow, he really did a number on you," Lola observed.

"Oh, thanks babe," Steven said sarcastically. "That really brought up my ego."

She let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "Did he take any money?"

He shook his head. "I think he just wanted to kick someone's ass and chose me."

"Did you know him?" Jack asked.

"Yes, because I know all the random muggers of Gainesville," he answered sarcastically. "But he did say his name was Jules Palmer."

Jack looked at him surprised. Steven looked right back at him with a serious expression, both speaking with their eyes.

o0o0o

Jude was putting the last of her clothes in the drawers. She had gone shopping to relieve some tension. New outfits always made her feel better. She sat down on the bed and looked around the room. It was pretty plain except for the one picture of Tommy and Lola on the wall. She wanted to reconnect with her daughter. Ever since both of them had left she had this void in her. She flopped down on the bed and grunted.

Being stupid was her worst and most common quality. She wished she could just get rid of it. Better yet, she wished she could just erase the past and start new. A whole new life so she could redo everything. So many things she would change. So many moments she would make last every minute they didn't.

Jude remembered a time when she had a family that loved her. Then her memories went to the time Tommy and she had made their vows to each other and sealing it with a kiss. Then the time when they first saw Lola through the ultrasound. She swore life couldn't get any better than that. She still swore it was a perfect life.

A couple years later, she finally understood the phrase "what goes up, must come down". All of it came crashing down on her; one by one; faster and faster. It was her fault and she knew it. She broke Tommy's heart. Who would've known Jude would be the bad guy of the story? She sighed heavily.

She sat up hearing footsteps coming into her room. It was Tommy. He had on nice tan slacks, and a blue button up shirt. He was buttoning the cuffs and saw Jude looking at him. "Lola's coming home soon," Tommy said. "Tell her I already left and make sure she does her homework."

"I don't think she'll listen to me," Jude told him.

"Just tell her I said it, ok?" Tommy said.

Jude looked at him again. "Hot date tonight?" She asked smiling.

"Yeah," Tommy said happily. He hadn't dated anyone since he couldn't remember. "How do I look?"

"Fine," she sighed. "Have fun."

He looked at her and her sad face. "Tell Lola I also said to talk to you," he said. "I mean really talk to you."

"You haven't yet, why should she?" She asked.

"I'm talking to you," he defended.

She got up from the bed and went up to him. "You talk to me, but we haven't talked. Tommy we need to actually sit down and talk."

He gave her a serious expression. "Jude, I'm making nice for Lola. I still hate you. I still don't trust you. I still don't care why you did it, and what kind of excuse you have for it. So forget about it."

Walking away from her, Tommy grabbed his wallet and keys and slammed the front door.


Sneak Peek for Ch. 7:

"Bree is my best friend, and she told me to give you a fair chance," she sighed. "I decided to take her advice. So, do you want to go to lunch or something today?"

Jude smiled. "Sure, that'd be great."

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Steven inhaled the good tasting nicotine and it and traveled through his body relieving all the stress. He blew out the smoke and watched it swirl into random shapes and designs until it disappeared. Finally, the operator came on. "Yes, I'm looking for Natalie Voltren? It also might be under Natalie Fox."

He waited patiently as they looked up his mom. He had to figure out where she was. Or at least get her phone number. She needed to know that she couldn't wait anymore. They had to get out of there. "Natalie Yvonne Fox?" The operator asked.

"Yes, yes that's her," he said.

"Sir, I don't have any information on her," the operator said. "It says she moved out of state almost two months ago."

He couldn't believe his ears. "Out of state? Where does she live now?"

"I'm not sure exactly where. But it seems somewhere in Europe, near Italy."

It was true. His mom abandon them. She wasn't coming back for them. She had left her kids to fend for themselves. Steven hung up the phone. He dropped to his knees and screamed. The cigerrette broke inbetween his fingers. Then, suddenly, for the first time since he was nine, he brokedown.