Julie's POV

I sleep in fear. Jumping around from foster home to foster home you start feel unwanted. Why did the last family not work out? was it something I did? of course it was, all the families I have lived with seemed to think it's okay to beat us, abuse us, physically and emotionally. I know I'm not good enough, my biological parents didn't want us. 15 and still not living in a stable home. when will I ever feel wanted?

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Julie's POV

"Get me another beer" My foster dad spat and I quickly got off my seat with my head down and walked to the kitchen grabbing him a refresher. I walked in and handed it to him and took my original seat trying not to make eye contact with him. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin.

"Why're you's sittin' so far" he said and I didn't look at him. My heart rate increased by 20

"B-better view of the television from here" I said nervously

"Oh alright" he said getting up and leaving into the kitchen. He came back in with a glass of orange juice 2 minutes later

"Here drink this" he said pushing it into my hands. I took it with out hesitation because I didn't want to anger him

"Thanks" I whispered taking a sip of it as he was watching me

"Drink it all!" He demanded. I did as I was told and I finished it placing it on the coffee table. I began to start feeling dizzy

"W-what'd youu put in my drinkkk" I couldn't focus and my words seemed to be too heavy on my tongue

"Just a little bit something to relax you" he said getting up from his seat and coming closer to me. I began to panic but my body wouldn't react. He pushed me down on the sofa and began to unbuckle his belt

"Relax" he said kissing me sloppily down my throat. I was crying but my face was emotionless

"N-noo please" the cry for help came out as a whisper as he began to tear off my clothing

"No one is going to hear you" he laughed before he entered me roughly. He was the devil. Laughing while raping me. He finished roughly rocking back and forth with his face close to mine. Sharp pain coming from my lower legs as he grabbed my thighs digging his nails into them roughly. The work was done, he climbed off and quickly put my clothes back on for me, I think he did that because his wife and children will be back in the morning and this drug is kicking in faster and faster.

"Good night" He laughed before spitting. He climbed the stairs leaving me laid out on the sofa crying. I began to breathe heavily. I have to get out of here! After many attempts I finally got up, My legs felt like steal iron being dragged against the floor. I stumbled to the front door and fiddled with the lock eventually getting it opened and falling out onto the pavement, hitting my mouth against the cemented floor. I got up slowly wiping my bleeding lip and running down the street, I might have been walking but at this state I didn't no what I was doing or where I was going. I was walking the streets of Newcastle trying to find an escape. I might have been walking for minutes or hours I couldn't think straight, and my vision began to get blurry. My head began to spin and suddenly everything went black.

Thump thump, thump thump.. I could hear my beating heart coming out through my ears. I began to groan and raised my hand to head feeling pain.

"Don't touch that pet I just bandaged that up for you's" I heard a female Geordie accent and I felt someone gripping my wrist softly but my body reacted making me jump up, regretting it after from the shooting pain coming from my head and between my legs. I was met by an elderly woman who looks to be in her early fifties.

"I'm not going to hurt you" she said softly and her face showed sadness. I didn't reply I just brought my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth.

"W-what happened" I whispered with my voice cracking

"I found you on me front lawn last night when I came home" she explained to me

"You were out of it pet! I had to carry you's into me house" she added

"I-I don't do drugs if that's what you're thinking" I panicked. Although I didn't know this woman she made me feel all warm and comfortable around her

"I didn't say you's did pet.. just saying what I saw" she reassured me

"Do you have a name?" she asked softly

"Julie, just Julie" I said. I never say my last name because I didn't belong to anyone.

"Is you's hungry Julie?" she asked

"Just a bit" I said and my stomach growled making her chuckle

"I'm going to head to the market and grab a few things for tea, I'll give you some change of clothes and you can shower by the time I come back" she said walking over to the closet and it was then that I noticed I was in a girls bedroom, purple walls with a bunch of posters plastered on it, she came back handing me a change of clothes and a towel

"Thank you" I said taking the items from her and following her out of the bedroom to the bathroom. She showed me how to work the shower and left me to it. I began to discard my clothing from my vulnerable body.. as I took off my pants there were purple and black bruising in between my legs with dried blood along my inner thighs. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek and that's when I broke down. I tried to muffle the crying by covering my mouth but it was no use the tears were coming down like waterfalls and my sobs grew louder. I was glad the kind woman left the house letting me cry out my pain. I curled up into a ball by the bath and cried out looking at the bruising how could a human being do this to another human? I thought to myself. Suddenly the bathroom door open revealing someone I would have never imagine to see in my life.

Cheryl Cole

She just stood there staring at my thighs and back up to my face. And I reacted like anyone in my situation would react

"Get out!" I screamed out crying, running over to the door and shutting it loudly and making sure to lock it this time. How could I have been so stupid to not lock it. And there's no way Cheryl Cole just walked into the bathroom. I'm starting to hallucinate. What did he drug me with last night?! She started knocking on the door, as I tried to bring my breathing back to normal

"Hey pet, you want to open the door?" she asked softly. And I just ignored her getting up and turning on the shower and stripping the rest of my clothes and hopping into the shower. Washing my body from my sins. Carefully washing my bruised thighs making sure to get rid of the dried blood. I got out of the shower and dried myself with the towel I had been given and changing quickly and brushing my long brown hair. I stepped out of the bathroom and headed downstairs slowly, I could hear the two woman having a conversation about me.

"Mam you can't just bring in strangers into your home!" The younger woman said in a hushed tone

"Pet she's harmless! and she needs some looking after" the older woman replied

"When I opened the bathroom door I saw her thighs--" I made sure to walk in at that moment not wanting her to finish her sentence

"Julie come her pet! come meet me daughter" she said opening one arm wanting me to go into her embrace. I walked into her arm and she wrapped it around my shoulder bringing me in closer. It felt nice to have some sort of affection from another human

"This is me daughter Cheryl" she said and I gave her a weak smile before looking at the floor. Feeling awkward at our earlier encounter

"I'm making you's a sandwich, and I'll just grab you's something to drink too" she said pulling her hand off my shoulder. I suddenly missed the contact. Cheryl was just staring at me and I suddenly felt exposed, so I went and stood behind the woman needing her protection. I just hung on to the back of her shirt while she finished making my sandwich and poured me a cup of juice

"Cheryl doesn't bite pet" she whispered to me although I was sure Cheryl could hear what she had said. I just shook my head suddenly not knowing how to speak. The older woman took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen table setting my plate down and gesturing for me to sit down. I obeyed and she went back and grabbed my cup of juice setting it infront of me. She prepared for me a turkey sandwich with pickle slices on the side just the way I liked it. And she even cut the crusts for me. Cheryl sat quietly across the table from me and the woman came and sat beside me. I leaned over and whispered into the older woman's ear

"I don't know your name" I said and she laughed

"It's Joan pet" she laughed rubbing my back

"Thank you Joan.. for everything" I said blushing.

"No worries! come on you look starved" She said and I smiled in return before turning and beginning to eat the sandwich she had prepared. I didn't make eye contact with Cheryl but I knew she was staring at me, I just kept my head down eating my food

"So Cheryl you didn't tell us you were comin' down for a visit?" Joan said taking the attention off me and I was great full for that.

"Thought I'd surprise you! so here I am surprise" she said in a cheery voice

"Well it's good to see you's pet! how are things back over in London" Joan asked and they continued to talk while I zoned out into another world of my own. I wonder if my foster parents are looking for me right now.. would they even be worried? how guilty does my foster dad feel right now? questions after questions were swirling in my head. And I wish I had the answers to them, I need answers. I'm suddenly brought out of my thoughts by my name being called

"Julie?" Cheryl calls out and I just look up from my plate, feeling a little uncomfortable with her stare

"How old are you pet?" she asked

"15" I replied

"Where are your parents?" she asked. And I didn't understand why she was asking me all these questions it really isn't any of her business. So I just shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my plate not feeling very hungry anymore.

"Enough with the questions Cheryl leave the poor girl alone" Joan said pulling me into her side. I have never received this much affection before, it was different. In a good way.

"Joan can I go back upstairs?" I whispered into her ear

"Course, come here I'll take you's up" she said taking my hand and leading me out of the room and up to the room I woke up in. We walked in and she tucked me into bed

"You wanna talk about it?" she asked brushing my hair out of my face when I finally got comfy in bed. She sat on the edge of the bed next to me

Cheryl's POV

I don't know why Julie is so scared of me. My heart broke when I saw her on the floor of the bathroom earlier and I was just trying to talk to her but I didn't know how.. she looks so vulnerable and scared. Me mam took a minute too long so I crept upstairs and stood outside of me old bedroom and listened to their conversation

"You wanna talk about it?" me mam asked

"Please don't make me go back" Julie said her voice breaking

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Tell us what happened?" me mam asked gently, me heart was breaking for Julie

"L-last night when you found me.. I-I was drugged b-but I didn't take the drugs I swear I didn't" Julie said tears streaming down her face. Me mam held her and Julie continued

"My foster dad drugged me and-and" she sobbed out and I was in tears. She's a foster child.

"And he raped me" Julie started crying hysterically and sobbing into me mams chest. I just stood their rooted to the ground.. How could someone do that? and she's only 15.. That's why there were bruising and blood stains on her thighs earlier. I didn't notice how long I was standing there but it was obviously several minutes because Julie cried herself to sleep and me mam was stepping out of the room holding her finger to her lips telling me to keep quiet ushering me out of the hallway and down the stairs.

"She's 15 Cheryl" me mam said as we sat down

"Ya mam I know" I replied

"She's 15 Cheryl" she repeated

"I know"

"And she's a foster child" me mam went on

"Mam I know what you's are thinkin' and there's no way" I said

"She looks just like you's Cheryl"