Julie's POV

I just sat there staring at nothing really. A forest you could call it, I wasn't in the mood for company. I kept having flashbacks of my past

"Your parents don't even love you! that's why they gave you up!" my foster brother told me

"You don't know that!!" I said about to let all my emotions out

"Yeah I do! where are they then?" he asked and I let the first tear drop fall

It was the first time I had ever thought about my parents and where they would be and what they would be doing. I was 6 at the time. Innocence lost. And my world was filled with abuse and self hatred. I wished I was dead.

"You shut your mouth and finish the dishes! you're no child of mine! no one wanted you, not even your parents"

It was true. My parents didn't want me.. why do I deserve to be loved?

"You think because you came from a foster home you deserve special treatment? No one will ever love you"

Every night I would wonder and dream that maybe I would meet my parents and they would love me, I'd dream that they would be somewhere out there looking for me, and praying for me to come home. But that wasn't the case was it? I'd decided to finish my walk and somehow I ended up infront of an Ice Cream parlor. Maybe something sweet to get my mind off of everything. I walked in a sat on the stool that was available on the bar

"What can I get for you kiddo?" the man asked cheerfully and I figured he saw I was a bit down

"Looks like you'll be needing our special for the day? maybe that'll cheer you up" he smiled warmly and I nodded. He went and made me the biggest ice cream treat I had ever seen. 5 scoops of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, pistachio, and cookie dough ice cream topped with chocolate, Carmel, sprinkles, whipped cream, peanuts and 6 cherries on top

"Thank you" I said with a smile for the first time today

"Would you like a bit of advice?" he asked leaning against the counter as I began to devour the ice cream

"I don't think you'd have any for my problem" I said with a mouthful of ice cream

"Give it a try.. go on" he said

"I found out who my mum was today" I said sadly

"Did you not like who it was?" he asked full of interest

"Well-- it's not that. she lied" I said looking down at the bowl

"What do you mean?" he asked

"She hid it from me.. that's all" I shrugged not really wanting to tell my life story to a stranger I had just met

"Maybe she was only doing it to protect you" he suggested thoughtfully and I just shook my head disagreeing with him

"Do you have any kids?" I asked trying to change the subject

"Aye I do, 2 girls and a boy that's going to give me a stroke sooner or later" he said making me laugh

"How old are they?" I asked

"One of my girls is 15 and the other is 12 and my boy is 17" he said proudly and I could see he was a proud father

"They must be lucky to have you" I said with a sad smile

"Just as lucky you are to have found your mum" he said

"Tell me about your kids" I said changing the subject once again. He went on to tell me stories about his kids from when they began to walk, up until his daughters entrance to high school. Telling me how scared he was but never showed it.

"My son once thought it was funny to go around throwing paint bullets at our neighbors houses.. when I asked him why he'd done it he simply said "they asked for it"'' he shook his head and said 'boys' I laughed

"I hope to meet them one day! they seem like a load of fun" I said with a big smile

"Come over here tomorrow and I'll introduce you to them" He said

"Oh that sounds like a plan I--" my phone suddenly rang reading Kim Calling

"Sorry I have to get this" I said answering the call

"Hello" I answered

"Hey sweetie where are you" she asked

"I'm at a ice cream parlor" I said not wanting to worry her. Although Kim knew that Cheryl was my mum I still loved her very much.

"Okay come home soon, it's supposed to rain in a bit" she said making me smile at her worrying

"Okay I'm leaving now" I said getting off the stool

"Okay love you" she said

"Love you too" I said straight away and I could almost hear her smiling. I hung up the phone and pulled out my wallet from my purse about to pay

"It's on the house" he said

"No no I can't accept please" I said gesturing the money to his hand

"Go on kiddo go home" he said moving my hand back

"Thanks" I said

"I'll see you soon" I waved him off and ran home. For some reason I wanted, no I needed one of Kim's hugs in that moment. The man I just met made me feel love from him.. and I didn't even get his name.

**

I walked into the house and walked straight into the kitchen finding Kim writing something down on a notepad to what I guessed was the grocery list

"Hey" she said with a smile. I didn't answer I just went over and hugged her, she instantly wrapped her arms around me and I could feel her body radiating against mine, making me feel like I could conquer the world with just her hugs alone

"What's this about" she asked rubbing my back affectionately

"I just needed a cuddle" I mumbled against her shoulder

"Well it's a good thing I can give them to you" she said tightening her grip around me. I slowly let go when I felt someone else's presence in the room. I knew Cheryl was stood by the door but I didn't dare to turn around

"So what you writing?" I asked trying to keep my focus on Kim

"Grocery list" she answered while beginning to write again

"Hmmm can I come?" I asked

"Sure.. It'd be nice if someone joined me for a change" she said to me but looking at Cheryl

"Aw babe I went last week" Cheryl argued my back still to her

"Babe buying treats isn't grocery shopping" Kim laughed blowing her a raspberry

"Come on Jules" Kim said taking my hand and leading us out of the kitchen. I still had yet to make eye contact with Cheryl and I don't plan on it anytime soon.

The car ride was filled with laughter and sing alongs. I love how comfortable I could be around Kim, she brought out the real me.. and I was glad I had someone like her in my life. We walked into the supermarket with no hassle only a few paparazzi lurking around like pests

"Do you know how to cook Jule?" Kim asked me as she pushed the trolly

"So and so" I said with a shrug

"What's so and so?" she asked with a smirk

"I know how to cook Mexican, Italian, American and middle eastern food" I said and she looked surprised

"Middle Eastern?" she asked

"Yeah my foster parents were Middle Eastern.. they were Lebanese. my foster mum would teach me how to cook, she taught me a lot... they um they died" I said sadly not wanting to get emotional at a supermarket

"We can talk later if you'd like?" she asked knowing I didn't want to bring up a sore subject in the middle of a dressing isle filled with strange people. I nodded my head yes and we continued our shopping putting what we needed in the trolly and heading home once done

"Get the rest of the bags babe" Kim said as she walked in with both hands full of grocery bags. I soon followed her in and closed the door with the back of my foot

"I think we went a little food crazy" I said placing the bags on the kitchen counter

"Well when you've got a teenager and a girlfriend who eat more than a normal person should eat you need to always be stalked up" she said teasingly

"What ever" I said helping her empty the bags out

"Finally! you guys are back. I'm starving what'd you guys get" Cheryl said walking into the kitchen. I busied myself with the bags and Kim went over and gave Cheryl a kiss

"Well looks like we got everything in the shops" Kim said

"Babe do you want to cook dinner now or do you want to wait for later" Kimberley asked me

"You know how to cook?" Cheryl asked me and I ignored her

"Later, I kind of wanted to finish up the book I'm reading and then we can cook dinner?" I replied to Kim not looking at Cheryl. And Kim looked at me sadly but agreed. I left the kitchen and went up to my room.. and I just realized something why hasn't Jake messaged me all day or called me? I thought I was his girlfriend? I won't message him first that's for sure. I went over to my desk and grabbed my sketchbook. I hated the way I was feeling; I felt empty, unhappy, and sad.. I wasn't sure what it was and what made me feel this way. Maybe it was Cheryl, but today brought back a lot of memories of my foster parents Amanda and Jacob I was their only child, and they did love me. I began to sketch and found myself drawing out my foster parents. I used to visit their grave everyday until I moved to Newcastle to my last foster home.

"Who is that?" Cheryl asked making me jump out of my skin and close my sketchbook

"Don't do that!!" I snapped covering my hand over my heart

"Sorry" she said and I still didn't turn around to look at her. I just stared at my book in front of me

"Why are you being like this" she asked sadly

"Like what?" I asked

"You can't even look at us" she said and I felt a shiver go down my spine

"Don't act like you care" I said and I felt my chair being turned around and I finally met her big chocolate orbs that were filled with worry and sadness

"I'm not acting like I care! I care more than you'll ever know" she snapped looking down at me as I was still in my chair

"Just stop" I whispered

"No listen to us! you don't understand how much I care for you! why the sudden change? it's still us!" she begged. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shook my head

"You still lied" I sniffed

"I didn't want to hurt you, I was waiting for you to finish your art fair project" she cried out sitting on her knees and placing her hand on my lap

"Did you know all along?" I asked afraid of the answer

"I-I had my questioning.. Me mam actually pointed it out the first time I met you" she said

"J-Joan knew?" I asked as my tears began

"She didn't know, she just pointed out that you resembled us" Cheryl said

"But I look nothing like you" I said

"Babe you look exactly like us, apart from your bright hazel eyes" she said with a sad smile

"Why didn't you come looking for me?" I asked past the lump in my throat

"I thought you would be happy with out me" she asked as her tears began to well up in her eyes

"But I wasn't" I said and she took me into her arms we both fell to the ground holding each other close. Our sobs seemed to grow louder the longer we held each other, and I needed to let it out.. I needed to let out the pain through my cries.. I just wanted it to be over.