Recap:

"I skipped a grade…seventh grade…so that makes me a seventeen year old senior"

I looked at his eyes again which where full of regret and hurt.

Regret because he realized he could go to jail for what he did, it was against the law. Yeah he was my teacher but it was worst that I was under age. But I also saw the hurt. The hurt of him knowing he was really into a seventeen year old.

Tommy stepped back and I stepped forward. I stepped again so our bodies were touching and pushing again each other. I looked into his eyes and he looked like he was giving in to the battle inside of his mind but I wasn't completely sure.

I pressed my lips on to his again and he responded after a minute or two and it became slow passionate kiss. I could help but think it felt like a good bye kiss. I tear dripped from his eyes as he broke the kiss and said,

"Jude we can't, your just a kid"

"Jude we can't, you're my artist and I'm your producer"

Another tear dropped from his eyes and he whipped it away with the back of his hand. He grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth and with that he left. I don't know what happened next but all I know was I dropped to the floor before I herd some call out my name.

"Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude?"

"Some one call 911"

Jude's pov

My eyes flutter open and I'm seeing a white ceiling for some strange reason. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. Then it hits me. I remember all the unfortunate events I had to go through since Tommy found out my real age.

I sighed and close my eyes again. I try to squeeze them shut but all they want to do is open. I can't help but wish they just close forever. I've been wishing that ever since Ben raped me but this time I really want to just sleep forever.

I don't understand what I've did that was so wrong. I have great grades; I passed my classes with flying colors and I'll be even graduating in a month or two. What could I Jude Harrison possible have done to have such a screwed up life? Some many things has happened through out my life and I have had no control over them. I've never got grow up with my real parents and my foster home parents died in a car crash. I couldn't even die with them no I had to survive. The funny thing is all I can do is still wish that I died in the crash with them. Why can't god just respect my wishes when all I have done is respect his.

For some strange reason I start to panic. I yell and rip every thing off my arms. I want to leave this place. It's so cold and creepy. I don't want to be here. I don't want any more memories than I already have. It's too much and I can't take all of it. I just don't know what to do.

Oh god who's this. Why did this person just grab me with theirs hands on my back and why is my head resting on their shoulder. Why am I letting this person hold me? Oh god I know that smell any where. Please let me go please. I can't handle this, you have to let go. You don't want me please just let go, you don't need me and you never will.

I can't take it, I don't get why he's here. Why he feels the need to be here. I think back on the day I met him in school when he kissed my and I thought he was repulsive. I couldn't believe he kissed me out of all people.

I mean I knew his type and I hated his guts. I hated his band. I didn't even know why girls fell for him the way they did. But I remember looking into his eyes and seeing some else there. Some one kind and considerate, some one with a heart. I didn't see lil Tommy q and I couldn't stop my heart for kind of liking him. I thought a relationship with him would be horrible at first.

I started to think about the night he came to my house wanting to ask me out on a date how I was so surprised and scared that my foster sister, who aloud me to stay with her after her parents died, would see him at her door step and see he was there for me.

I couldn't help but remember the car ride to the side of the abandoned street and how he wouldn't bring me home and he asked why I was trying to ignore what we were both feeling. How he kissed me even though I didn't want him to kiss the feeling out of me, but he did. How he asked me to be his girl. How he took me to his place and I told him I was scarred.

That night I wanted to feel safe, I was scarred of what could happen if a stepped out of my comfort zone. He dared me to and I did. We ended up making love. I never knew sex could be like that. He was so kind and gentle, it was like he cared how I felt. Like he cared about my body and made sure I enjoyed it.

I was always so scared of men. Afraid or what they are all capable of doing. I remembered how scared right after it happened. How I was afraid of every guy and never let any of them touch me or I started to run away and cry. Tears started to rush out of my eyes as I sobbed into Tommy's shoulder. He only held me harder. I don't know why I fell and I don't know why he's here, but I wish I wasn't.

All of a sudden my throat gets dry and I felt my voice, "Please let go" I whimper.

He didn't he hugged my tighter. I wanted him to let go, to let me fall. I wanted to stop the hurt. I wanted to leave this place and get away forever but he won't let me. I always regret everything. Being born and left, being the reason my foster parents died, being the reason by getting raped, being the reason my heart is no longer alive but beating, being the reason for why my life sucks so bad.

I try again knowing he won't let go, "Please…Please, let me go"

He lets go and I wonder why even though I don't want him to. He looks me in the eyes and holds onto my shoulders. He leans into me face and rest his forehead on mine and says, "No"

I shudder under his touch and he kisses me hard and lays me down on the bed. I sclear my throat to ask him something but I here the door squeak open and he returns to the chair across the room quickly.

"Jude? Honey are you okay?" She looks at Tommy and Then me and lunges at Tommy. I'm in a shocked state. I don't know what to do but all of a sudden I hear my voice again,

"Stoppppppppppppp…Please" I whisper out in two breaths after each word.

My mother stops and pushes Tommy away towards the door.

"Get out of here our of her life" She huffs out

"No" He says and my eyes go wide.

"No…Yes you stay away from her. Who are you to tell the doctors she's your fiancé and get her this big room and put it on your tab" she walked over to me and hanked a ring of my finger that I didn't even know was there, "Put a fake ring on my daughters hand and stay with her like it's your job." She stopped and took a breath, "No get out of here, you are out of your mind if you think you can control her of her life. She is an innocent little girl. She does as I say not follow you around and care for your needs."

"I'm not leaving her side" He yelled

That's when what is happened sinks into my skull. He doesn't want to leave me but why. Why is my mother here any ways? What is she doing?

"Shut up" I yell and then heave.

Tommy rushed to my side and rubs my back. My mother see's this and goes red. She starts walk towards Tommy and I raise my hand quickly to tell her to stops. I begin to breathe normally. Tommy hands my some water as he continues to rub my back.

"Mom please just leave"

"Why Jude? Why is he here…Isn't he your teacher?"

"Yeah so what and why are you trying to control my life all the time?"

"Because I'm your mother"

"You kind of lost that right when you gave my up to be adopted"

For a second Tommy stopped rubbing my back and looked between my mother and me contemplating if he should stay here of not so I grabbed his free and placed it under the covers to my belly for some odd reason but I did get a shocked reaction from both Tommy and my mom. Both of their eyes popped out of their head.

My mother continued to speak but slowly this time, "No I didn't I couldn't handle you then but now I'm here"

"Yeah but you can't just appear and expect to be the mother you should have been when I was younger okay. I have only known you for almost a year. That doesn't mean you can do what ever you please, I don't even live with you. You don't have any rules for me and I don't need any from you. I live with Sadie, my foster sister, and I love her for letting me even stay there. I have me own life to live. I'm glad you and dad want to be apart of it but you can't control it. Not now, not after everything that has happened, okay?"

I asked instead of stating it just so I knew she understood what I was saying. She started to walk towards us again and she slipped the ring back on my finger. I kind of stiffened when she did and Tommy felt it. He and I knew we weren't married of getting married. We didn't even know what was going on between us. It was all to confusing and a mess.

My mother backed away and went over to the window. She was thinking about something but I couldn't place it.

"Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

I looked up at Tommy and it was like he read my mind. He slowly bent his head over to mine and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. It was supposed to be a simple kiss but we both got lost into it. It was almost like he was holding on to me for dear life like he was going to lose me but I put all my feelings into it telling him he'll never loose me no matter what happened between us.

"Okay I get it, you can stop now Mr. Quincy" she stated a little harshly.

We stopped just as we heard that. But before he could fully stand up I hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Okay we are soooo talking about this later big shot"

I felt him shake and heard him laugh, "Now your sounding like the Jude I first met" he whispered back which only won questioning gazing from my mom.

"What did you guys just-" She was cut off by the doctor entering the room with a serious look on his face. I stiffened and Tommy pulled back his hand off my stomach but stayed next to me. My mom came close to me on the other side of the bed and the doctor sighed.

"Ms. Harrison I hate to be the bearer of big news but-"

I cut him off, "Am I pregnant or something?"

Every one looked at me weird but Tommy looked at me with a shocked look and then looked at my mother who seen his look and fumed.

"No, that's not it" The doctor said and Tommy slowly looked at my mother again and quickly at the floor without saying any thing but I felt him relax a bit, probably because I wasn't pregnant.

I looked at the doctor and started to panic…if I'm not pregnant then what's wrong with me? Did a have a panic or anxiety attack?

"What's wrong with me then?"

"I'm sorry but you have…..