Ok so I'm kind of having problems with this FF right now. I have the chapter's written up to chapter 34 and then I don't have anything but I have an outline of what I want to happen and where I want to go with it. So please just be patient with me. I have alot of other ideas in my head right now and I just felt like I couldn't continue with this until I got those out of my head so I ended up writing like half of a fan fic tonight in just a few hours. My mind is now almost blank and that is where I usually need to be to finish a fic. I'm definitley not giving up on this but don't expect updates every day. This is still my first priority fan fic. So with that said I hope you guys like chapter 29.


Chapter 29

That night Jude helped Tommy put Jessie to bed after cooking dinner and cleaning up around the house. Jude was in the bath at the moment and Tommy was sitting on the floor of his spare closet where he'd kept most of his sister's things that he hadn't had a chance to go through. He was going through a box that the maid had packed right after Mandy had died fearing that seeing these little keepsakes and parts of Mandy's every day life would prove to be too painful for little Jessie. Tommy lifted a small doll out and smiled. His sister had gotten the doll as a gift from their grandmother when she was 6 and had planned on giving it to Jessie on her 6th birthday. He decided that since it was coming up soon he'd keep it and wash it and then give it to her himself. It was something that she deserved to have to remind her of her mother. He continued looking through the box finding things that equally made him smile and pulled at his heart at the same time. Pictures of them growing up, pictures of her own small family, their parents. The feelings those pictures brought were definitely bittersweet. He placed the pictures aside and continued to delve into the box. He pulled out a beaten up old journal that his sister had from the time she was 18 until just after she'd married Chris.

TommyT: This is what I've been waiting for. Something that would tell me about my sister's family. A blood relative.

Tommy opened the small but thick journal that had a blue cover and when he opened it up he saw that on the first page his sister had written her name in the very center followed by designs and doodles. He smiled. She'd been so young when she'd started writing in it. It had been right before their parents died. They had been two normal teenagers and then in one horrible moment their lives had crashed down upon them.

Flashback

Tommy's 17 year old sister had been out on a date with her first serious boyfriend when it happened. His name was Chris and he came from a fairly decent family who thought that they were better than everyone. 14 year old Tommy had been on tour with Boyz Attack. It was his first tour and he was beyond excited to get away from Montana where he'd grown up and finally experience a little bit of what the world had to offer. He'd been in Montreal when he'd gotten the call from his distraught sister. That was when he'd fallen in love with Canada and knew he'd end up coming back some day. Tommy had been rehearsing for a concert later that night when Darius had come in to tell him that his sister was on the phone and she sounded upset. Darius stood in the backround waiting for Tommy's conversation. He knew something bad had happened he just hadn't known how bad it really was.

"Hello"? Tommy stated into the phone annoyed that his sister had called him while he was rehearsing. "Tommy you have to come home" his sister replied. He could hear the strain in her voice and the pain. "Why Mandy"? He said growing uneasy as his heart started to do flip flops in his chest. "Mom and dad" she said on a choked sob. "There was an accident" She got out before her body was over come by sobs again. Tommy could hear a slight buzz in his head as all the blood rushed there from the rest of his body"How bad? Are they…Are they". He couldn't finish the sentence. Instead his sister whispered "yes" and was overcome by heart wrenching sobs once again. Tommy dropped his phone and fell to his knees.

The one thought going through his head was no. No. They couldn't be dead. He'd just talked to them a few days before. His mother had told him to be good and stay out of trouble and his father had jokingly told him that if he met any girls on tour he'd better be careful. They'd laughed together. This couldn't be happening.

Darius saw his young artist collapse and he ran over to make sure he was alright. Darius picked up the phone and told Mandy that he and Tommy would be on the first flight back to Montana.

All through out the flight that night and the next few days before the funeral Tommy had been silent. He said nothing. Just went through the motions of every day life without really living. It had taken him close to 6 months to start to heal after his parents death. Another 2 before he opened up and talked to Darius about it. By then Darius and Mandy were good friends but nothing more. Tommy knew it was time for him to leave Montana and join his band on their 2nd tour. He couldn't stay home with Mandy forever so instead he asked her to come along with him. She agreed and that was when they became close. There on the tour bus with 5 teenage boys and 1 young man who opened his heart to a broken 18 year old girl and her little brother.

End Flashback