Emotionless

Chapter Six

Jude didn't seem mad at Michael but she definitely stopped talking as much. It has been about a week since the newscast and Jude was lucky that the press hadn't hunted her down yet. They were actually just in the outskirts of town, not to far. Jude heard a knock at the door and sighed, praying that it wasn't the press and they had found her. Sure Jude still recorded and put out records but she was very private about her address, she didn't want Tommy of all people to find her. Jude opened the door and sighed in relief, "Kwest."

Kwest smiled and walked into her house, "Where are the kids?" Jude shut the door, "School." Kwest looked at her, "Is that a good idea right now?"

Jude shrugged, "Only Michael knows that the Tom Quincy is his dad and after their meeting last week I don't think its something that he's proud of. He won't say anything, especially to the press."

Kwest nodded, "I still can't believe that son-of-a-bitch. He didn't even know that Michael was his own son. I mean I know it's been quite a few years but still…"

Jude nodded, "Yeah. I'm especially surprised because when he was younger our whole worlds revolved around him." Kwest smiled sadly at her. "It'll be okay Jude."

Jude nodded and turned back to walk into the kitchen. Kwest kissed her cheek and left. Jude heard another car pull up and she looked out the window. The dark haired man got out of his car and walked up the walk. He paused before going into the house and Jude frowned when she saw him. "Michael, what are you doing home?"

Michael shrugged, "I didn't want to deal with people today, and I just have electives the rest of the day anyway."

Jude walked up to him, "What happened?"

Michael shook his head, "Nothing happened, but everyone basically knows that you're my mom so they piece together that Tom Quincy is my dad, therefore I was getting awkward stares all day because of the news last week."

Jude enveloped her son in a hug. "It's okay Michael. If you ever need anything you can just tell me alright."

Michael nodded, "Well, there is something…"

Jude looked down at her son with her eyebrows raised, "I'm afraid to ask."

"You know how Annabel moved away; I was sort of hoping I could go visit her."

"Where exactly did she move to?"

Michael shrugged, "The States."

Jude started to choke on air and then started laughing, "You're not serious?"

Michael smiled, "She moved to California. C'mon mom, I'm seventeen so I can go alone. It's no big deal."

Jude rolled her eyes, "I'll think about it."

Michael smiled and kissed his mother's cheek before walking up to his room.

Jude walked over to the window and looked out, sighing deeply as she watched her little twins get off their school bus and walk toward the house. Something else caught her eye, she turned her head and saw a blue viper pulling away and speeding down the road. Jude squinted slightly and shook her head in disapproval, 'Doesn't he see the little kids running around?' Jude thought before heading over to the front door to meet her little children.

"Mommy! I got a B+ on my times tables test today!" Madison yelled, bursting through the door.

Jude smiled and picked up her daughter, "That's great sweetie. Vincent, how'd you do?" Vincent didn't say anything as he handed his mother his test, Jude looked at it. "One hundred percent? Vincent that's great!"

Vincent smiled slightly and let his mother lift him into her arms, along with his sister. Madison smiled and patted Vincent's back, "Good job Vinny." Vincent smiled; he usually didn't get along very well with his sister.

Jude smiled and brought her kids into the kitchen to make a snack.

Michael came down stairs and grabbed one of the cookies that his mother was setting on his sibling's plate; he stuck it in his mouth and waved before walking out of the house. Jude sighed and placed another cookie on Madison's plate.

Michael walked to his car and got in, he only had his learner permit but he got the car as a present from his mom when got the second highest GPA junior year. He's now a senior and he couldn't love it more. Michael started up his baby and headed over to his friend's space. Michael had started a band with his friends about a year ago and their drummer had graduated the year before. He had his own space for practicing and they had bought some recording equipment off the internet so they had some demos.

Michael slid this copy of the key into the lock and entered the building. He headed up to Brad's apartment. He saw a guy he didn't recognize leaning against the door. "Brad?" Michael asked but the guy kept his head down and shook his head.

Michael took a step closer and the man lifted his head. "Tom Quincy." Michael mumbled to himself. Tommy gave a small nod, "Michael."

"If you're here to talk about a contract, I don't want to hear it."

Tommy sighed, "No, I came to talk to my son." Michael's head shot up, "I thought you didn't know…"

Tommy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was having an off day."

Michael rolled his eyes, "Maybe leaving you was a good thing then." Tommy looked at his son, hurt evident in his eyes. Michael just returned the gaze with hate. "My mom told me why she left. You know, I always thought of her as the bad one. She took me away from you; she took all of us away from you. I resented her and I wanted to leave and go with you. But then she told me why she took us. And now, I can't believe you are even my father."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak but Michael cut him off, "You know, you might be my father, I can't help that, but you will never be my dad."

Tommy looked down, ashamed. Michael saw that he wasn't going to speak so he walked into the apartment. "Brad? Dan?" Dan, the bass player, came down the stairs and smiled. "Hey Michael, we have great news." Michael looked up, "What is it?"

"You know that song that we've all been practicing for?" Michael nodded, "Well Brad's cousin is a great singer and she was working on some lyrics that go great."

Michael smiled, "Awesome, she here?" Dan just smirked, "Come and see for yourself."

Michael entered the apartment fully and walked up the stairs, Tommy followed. He wasn't giving up on his son, not again.

Michael rolled his eyes when he saw his father following them but his mom had told him that he was a lot like his father, and he knew that if someone told him not to do something, he would just do it anyways.

Michael entered a room, it was their rehearsal space. Brad's place was really nice, it had two floors, a nice kitchen and living room, a small dining room, two bedrooms and bathrooms, and their "music room." Michael walked into the rehearsal space/music room and looked at the beautiful girl standing there. She looked about his age; she was skinny with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had a turquoise corset shirt and jean shorts. She smiled, "Hi, I'm Kristen." Michael smiled, "Michael, guitarist/vocals." Kristen shook his hand, "Writer/vocals."

Kristen looked past Michael and her jaw dropped, "Tom Quincy?!" Tommy winced. "Oh my god, you're…"

Tommy nodded, "Yeah, yeah lil Tommy Q from Boyz Attack…" Michael rolled his eyes. Kristen walked up to him and shook his hand, "Well yeah, but I meant the famous producer. All your artists like shoot right to the top, you're amazing."

Tommy smiled, "Thanks." It was nice to get some recognition for something besides shaking his ass on national television. Michael strapped the guitar around him, "If we're done, I would like to practice, I gotta get home early today."

Brad walked into the rehearsal space and smiled, "For what? You are always staying the latest to use the equipment," Brad took a bite of the sandwich that he held and gave Tommy a slight nod, barely noticing who he was.

Michael shrugged, "My mom is thinking about sending me to Cali. I wanna get home and talk to her about it, besides you guys know I'm grounded. She only let up the punishment because of what happened last week." Everyone sent Tommy a look.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're mom's sending you to Cali? As in California? In the states?" Dan asked. Tommy raised his eyebrows. "She's doing what?!"

Michael rolled his eyes, "A little late to be playing father of the year, hey?" Michael turned to Dan and just shook his head, "Don't worry about it, nothing is definite yet. So can we please get on with this song? Mr. Quincy, if you are going to stay at least take a seat and stop staring at us."

Tommy rolled his eyes and sighed at the formality but took a seat anyway. "You guys are a band?" Michael strummed hard on his guitar and then hit the strings, "What was your first clue?"

Brad sent Michael a look and stuck out his hand to shake Tommy's, "Dude, where's your manners? See that's why it's obvious that you are still in high school." He turned to Tommy, "Brad, drums. This is my place." Dan waved slightly in Tommy's direction, "Dan, bass. Michael's best friend." Tommy nodded at him and Kristen smiled brightly. "Kristen, new."

Tommy laughed and nodded. Michael turned to the band, "Mr. Quincy, we are Pandora's Curse, members of the band, meet my father." The guys all dropped their jaws, "But you said that your mom murdered your dad." Michael laughed, "No, my mom told you that." Dan closed his eyes, "Dude, your mom is so hot." Tommy's eyes widened at the young kid and Michael slapped his friend lightly on the right cheek and then the left before pointing a finger at him, "Never say that again."

Brad laughed and Dan blushed, "I didn't mean to say it out load."

Michael sighed and started strumming his guitar; Brad got the message and sat behind the drums, picking up the beat. Dan ran a hand over his face and continued to play his bass. Kristen smiled at them and nodded along with the beat that they came up with; she turned to her journal and started to write. Tommy just looked at them and smiled, the kids were definitely good. And he was a proud father.