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Lolita spent three happy weeks with her grandparents in Valladolid, and she felt as though time had gone by too quickly when she was told it was time to return. "Please abuelito," She begged her grandfather. "Let me stay here with you. I don't want to see Thomas and mom betraying my dad." While staying with her grandparents, they had learned that Thomas had sold his own house and moved in with Gabriella. That had given Lolita even less desire to return to Germany. The team had replaced her father at his job, and now her mother was replacing him at home. It seemed like everyone else didn't have a problem forgetting.

It wasn't easy to convince them, Lolita spent several hours crying and begging to stay. And in the end, her grandparents agreed. There was nothing they would deny their only granddaughter and they only wanted her to be happy.

That night, they called Gabriella and informed her that Lolita would be staying in Spain until she felt ready to return to her mother. Gabriella sobbed on her end of the phone, but allowed her daughter to stay with her grandparents. She preferred to have her daughter far away from her, but happy, than close to her and upset.

Thomas didn't think the same way.

He urged Gabriella to put her foot down and act like Lolita's mother. He urged the beautiful woman to hurry to Spain in search of her daughter. He was even willing to go with her. But she declined. She wanted Lolita to return to her on her own terms. She hoped that she would decide to stay in Spain for a few months before returning. She never imagined the hurt that would keep her daughter away, would keep her in Spain for five long years.

-

five years later; july two thousand and fourteen.

A young woman arrived in Germany, where everything was like an enormous celebration. The world cup had ended a week prior, but people were still celebrating the German victory over Argentina at the . Lolita had seen the pictures, he had been part of the team that made it all happen. But she couldn't bring herself to watch any of the Germany matches because of him.

How she loathed Thomas Müller.

And she hated Deutschland even more because it was the place where it all happened.

The only reason she was visiting was because her mother begged her to. Gabriella had promised that Thomas would be out of the country, celebrating the world cup victory with his friends. He would return a week later for Gabriella and then they would go on vacation together. That was when Lolita would return to Spain with her grandparents, who had since moved to Barcelona.

Lola wanted to see her mother. She wanted to spend some time with her that summer. She had just graduated from her high school and had a gap year in which she planned to do some travelling with a few of her school friends.

She arrived at an airport in Dortmund and would take the train to Munich. As soon as she entered the train station, she stood in the middle of it, with people bustling past her. Her green eyes scanned her surroundings. It had been a long time since she last spoke or studied German and she wasn't sure how to get a ticket. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the voice of a young man. "Hey, do you need help?" He asked her in German, though she only understood about half of what he said.

Lolita nodded her head. "Ja, danke. Ich spreche kein Deutsch. Spechen sie Spanisch?" Yes, thank you. I don't speak German. Do you Speak Spanish? Lolita had been amazed with herself. She didn't know how she remembered those words in German, but she was thankful.

The young man with beautiful blue eyes shook his head. He didn't speak Spanish.

Luckily for Lolita, there was another option. "Englisch?" She asked. And when he nodded in affirmative, she was relieved that she had chosen to study English as her foreign language. The options at her school had been English, French, Italian, Portuguese, and German. She had chosen English, as it was the universal language of the world.

"Okay...umm..." He wracked his brain for the correct words in English. He had studied it at school a couple of years prior, but hadn't really had the opportunity to use his kills. "I can help you get a ticket. Where are you trying to go?"

"Munich." She replied with disdain.

His expression dropped from the friendly smile it was displaying moments earlier. "Why do you say it with such...with such..." He struggled to come up with the word. "annoyance?"

Lolita sighed, not sure why she was so freely expressing her worries to a complete stranger. "My mom lives in Munich with her boyfriend."

"And you don't like him." He concluded.

"Nope." Lolita shook her head, adding matter-of-factly, "I absolutely hate the guy."

"Well," He sighed. That was one thing he could not fix for the beautiful girl. "I cannot do much to help you with that. But..." He reached into his pocket and brought out his cellphone. "You can give me your phone number and we can talk, that way you won't be bored at your house."

The green eyed girl nodded, "That would be great."

After the two exchanged phone numbers, he took her to the ticket machine and helped her purchase one to board the train to Munich. He also showed her how to get a ticket in case she were to need another one in the future. While she waited for the train to arrive, he kept her company.

The two made conversation and she found out he was from Pirmasens, even though she had no idea where that was. He was on his way there, and then he and his family would go to the United States on vacation for a couple of weeks.

Talking to him made time go by quicker and soon the train was pulling up to the station. She said goodbye to the young man and as she sat on her seat in the train, she realized she hadn't gotten his name. But at least she had his phone number and she would be able to talk to him soon.

-

The train left the station two minutes later, but just as the doors were closing, a young woman ran onto the train, tears streaming down her face. Lola thought the way she was dressed was strange: skin tight short dress, five inch heels, heavy make-up, and her hair was styled into curls. The mysterious young woman looked around Lola's age and sat across the car from her.

She continued crying into her hands for a good few minutes before Lola got up and went to sit next to her. Lola did not know what compelled her to do it, but she felt the young woman needed help. "Hey," She tapped her on the shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

When she felt Lolita's hand on her shoulder, her reflexes kicked in and she swatted the girl's hand away before apologizing quickly. "I'm sorry." She said in a weepy voice. "I'm just on edge since I ran away from home."

"Was it because of your boyfriend?" Lolita guessed. "Or your husband? Did he hurt you? I can go to the police station with you if you want to report it." The young woman suggested to the stranger on the train.

The other shook her head. "I just want to forget all of this."

"Well," Lolita stuck her hand out for the other girl to shake. "My name is Dolores Gallegos, but you can call me Lolita. And you can call me if you ever need help. Here's my phone number." She grabbed a pen and piece of paper from her bag and scribbled her number on it, handing it to her.

"I'm Genavee." The girl cracked the faintest bit of a smile.

The ride to Munich was a couple of hours long. Lolita and Gena both sat together, talking. Lolita wanted to help her feel better, and she did. But when the Spaniard asked about her circumstances and why she was running away, Genavee wouldn't speak of it, she would only respond by breaking out in tears. The train finally made a stop at the Munich station and both girls got off the train with their belongings.

Giving her new friend a small hug, Lolita reminded her, "Don't forget to call me if you need anything."

"Thank you, Lolita." Genavee smiled.

With that, they parted ways and Lolita hailed a taxi. She was on her way to the house where she had spent so many happy moments that were now tarnished by betrayal.

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another update of 'lolita' for you all. she is now seventeen years old, just turned seventeen and has returned to munich to see her mother. lets see what kind of drama unfolds :o ahaha

thank you all for reading. it means a lot!

-clary xx