-Author's POV-

Madison walks into Studio Two just like she'd been asked; the smile could spark the skies with shooting stars. It was growing sore, her cheeks pained from her expression, but it was uncontrollable.

She was happy.

"I'm going to need Madison up first," The teen mentally sighs, for once, she was chosen first.

"In one word, say to the camera your emotional experience through x factor" She nods at the man and speaks when signaled.

"Happiness." Her voice sounds with pure bliss. It was simple, it was deep, and it was exactly the way she was feeling.

"Okay, that is all. Thank you - next up, Ella!" She quickly dashes out of the studio, and rushes back to her parents.

"Where's Kimberley?" She asks straightaway.

"I don't know, but that woman is odd," Clara tuts and shakes her head.

"What?" Madison frowns. "What happened?" She looks around for the blonde.

"One second she was normal and next thing I knew she was mumbling and shaking.. She ran off" Connor explains, uninterested with the woman who'd stolen his little girl's heart.

"Where'd she go?!" Madison asks in a panic.

"She headed that way-" She runs, pushing and shoving past everyone in hopes to catch up to Kimberley.

She finds herself standing outside Cheryl's dressing room. As she goes to open, she instantly stops to the shouting of her name.

"Madison! She's not theirs Cheryl! She's not theirs!" She hears Kimberley shouting.

"She's not theirs!" She repeats.

"Okay...?" Madison frowns to Cheryl's uneasy tone. She holds her breath as Kimberley's voice resounds once again.

"Admit it! Just fcuking admit she's yours!" Madison's eyes water unknowingly, her chest pains with her heart shattering to a million pieces.

Without a second thought or decision, she storms into the dressing room.

"Well? She forces herself to speak past the lump in her throat. "Am I?"

It goes silent; the older women's heavy breathing grows loudly.

"Answer me!" Madison demands with a growl in her tone.

"Maddy-"

"Cut the fcuking Maddy crap and answer my fcuking question!!" She cuts Cheryl off. The Geordie timidly steps forward, only resulting to Madison's anger to grow.

"Don't!" She bites, "Don't you fcuking dare come near me!"

"I don't know." Cheryl whispers, her tears pour freely. They cascade with the truth that has now unveiled, and there she was, standing right in front of her little girl.

My Madison.

"You don't know?!" The teen was impatient with the Geordie, and telling by Kimberley's silence her questions were answered.

"Kimberley.. Kimberley said you were adopted?" Cheryl sniffs, "Why didn't you t-tell us?"

"Didn't realize I had to tell you every fcuking detail of my life." She rolls her eyes, and turns to walk out.

"Wait!" Cheryl cries, "Please! Just.. Let us explain-"

"Explain what?" Madison laughs dryly, "You don't even know if I am your daughter, save it. I don't want your pathetic of a sh*t excuse.. No matter what it is, no matter what type of sop fcuking story you've created in your fcuked up, pathetic mind.. I don't give a fcuk. I don't fcuking care what will come out of your mouth.. You're nothing to me. I have a Mum.. I have a Dad.. And you," Madison laughs, "You will be nothing to me." And with those cruel words, she walks out.

Cheryl cries loudly, the words stabbing her exactly where Madison had intended.

Right through the heart.

Kimberley holds her wife close, allowing the sobs to sound for as long as she needed.

My Madison.

"Sh-She h-hates us!" Cheryl howls, her face buried deep into Kimberley's neck. She claws and grasps at the blondes back, needing to get closer to her.

"Shhh baby, breathe." Kimberley's tears mirror the hysteric Geordie. She cries silently as she holds her wife, the cries seemed to last forever.

"She hates us." Cheryl repeats her cries.

Skies have turned from heavenly blues to the greyest of skies.

She takes the distraught Geordie and walks them to the sofa. Cheryl crawls onto her lap, she's clinging, and holding on for dear life.

My Madison.

"Sh.. She's mine K-Kimba... You kn-know she is." She hiccups, her sobs still escaping her tight throat. "You kn-know she is." She repeats.

Kimberley closes her eyes, and silently prays for everything to freeze. She needed to process what just happened, it was all so sudden, and deep down, deep, deep down; she was thankful they'd found Cheryl's little girl.

"She hates u-us" Cheryl's soft cries bring her out of the circling thoughts.

"I need you to calm down," Kimberley speaks firmly. "Breathe." Cheryl nods, but the cries never stop.

"Once she fcuking calms down too, we'll go get that DNA test and get all of this settled-"

"You heard her," Cheryl cuts her off, "She said she doesn't care.. She doesn't c-care" Kimberley laughs and shakes her head.

"She fcuking cares, don't you worry about that." Kimberley smiles sadly at her wife and wipes away Cheryl's tears. "Go on and get dressed-"

"Where a-are we g-going?" She shakily gets off her lap, and collects her clothes with trembling hands.

"First we are going home," Kimberley helps her gather her things "And then you're going to change, and I'm going to go get Maddy-"

"Sh-She won't listen to you-"

"Cheryl, baby, just get your stuff. Okay? Don't get yourself worked up anymore, I don't like seeing you this way." Cheryl releases a sudden sob, and nods her head.

With the Geordie's stuff held in Kimberley's hand, she leads them out. They try to avoid anyone and everyone on their way out. She wasn't ready to answer questions after that bomb.

"Get in babe," Kimberley helps her wife into the passenger seat. She sweetly places a kiss to Cheryl's damn cheek as she fastens her seatbelt in place.

"I love you," She whispers and gives her another kiss. "Please don't cry, look, we know now okay? We'll fix this.. I'll fix this." Cheryl simply cries with a small smile, she couldn't seem to have any control over her emotions.

Kimberley was understanding and compassionate.

She gives her another kiss and walks around to the drivers side.

"What were you expecting to happen?" Kimberley asks as she drives out of the parking lot, "Were you expecting her to run into your arms and tell you how much she loves you?" She asks.

Cheryl shakes her head, still crying away.

"We have to be realistic baby," Kimberley blindly reaches out and takes Cheryl's hand in hers. "This was expected to happen honey, you have to go through the worst before getting the best? Isn't that what they say?" She glances quickly, and frowns at the hysteric Geordie.

"She'll come around.. I know damn well nobody will ever make a better mother than you." This gets Cheryl to cry even harder.

Her chest is heavy with guilt and sorrow.

"C'mere" Kimberley opens her arm, encouraging Cheryl to lie in her side. With the armrest sitting in their way, Cheryl tries her best to nuzzle herself as close as she possibly could.

"You're looking like a beautiful mess to me right now," Kimberley laughs lightly, giving the Geordie's head a kiss. "Please baby," She pleads. "Everything is going to be alright love, you just wait and see. She'll come around to it all, she's probably regretting everything she'd said right now."

- -----

Madison paces back and forth in her bedroom, the bunks making it difficult to freely walk around.

Cheryl Tweedy-Walsh is my real Mum? She mentally laughs.

She was definitely losing it.

Madison tries to process tonight's events, it was all going so well, that was until, well, the big bomb that went off in Cheryl's dressing room.

She laughs again.

Cheryl Tweedy-Walsh is my real Mum? She shakes her head with a laugh.

Here I was thinking life couldn't surprise me.

I hate her.

The green orbs go from laughing sparkles, to dark demons dilating from greens to blacks.

She wants to run, she wants to hide. It clenches her heart with anxiety as she breaks; the floodgates have been opened.

The tears escape, and now, she breaks down for all the years she'd wondered who had given her away. The woman she'd recently given her heart to, the woman she'd trusted.

This is why you don't trust women. She scolds herself.

The sound of footsteps forces her to jump into the bunk and hide herself away. The tears fall, the hiccups escape and there was no use in hiding them much longer. It was impossible to keep quiet from such hurt.

"Madison?" Comes the annoyed tone, "Madison you've got a guest" Ella walks out and rolls her eyes.

Kimberley cautiously leans down to the bottom bunks and places her hand timidly to the teens forearm.

"Hey Maddy," She whispers. "Hey sweetheart?"

The voice doesn't surprise her, in fact, she was expecting them to come looking for her.

Here come the explanations. She mentally rolls her eye.

"Go.. Go away." Her voice muffles with a hiccup. "Fcuk off!" She snpas.

"Not really going anywhere," Kimberley laughs lightly and gives the teen a gentle shake. "Come on.. Please come out." She shakes her again.

"Pretty please come out."

Madison bites her lower lip and suppresses a smile.

"Pretty pretty please Madison wadison-"

"That's the worst pet name ever." Madison cuts her off.

"Don't be mean," Kimberley smiles, and forces herself to lie beside the teen.

"Get off!" She snaps, "The bed is as big as your bum-"

"Oh my god!" Kimberley gasps and blindly swats the duvet, "That's.. That's one of the top compliments anyone's ever given me."

They giggle.

Madison stubborn as ever still hides under the covers.

"Can I just have a word with you babe?" She whispers with hopefulness.

Kimberley has given her heart completely to Madison. It wasn't only Cheryl who had found their daughter tonight, Kimberley also found her daughter. Madison was just as much hers as she was Cheryl's.

She was with her little girl right now.

My Madison.

"I don't want to talk to you, or that wife of yours. I hate you both-"

"That's not what you were telling me earlier," Kimberley pokes her. "You were telling me how much you loved me."

Madison smiles under the covers.

"And I was telling you how much I loved you.. That hasn't changed," Kimberley smiles, and shuffles down in the tiny bed; she hugs the teen, and pulls her in a spooning position.

Madison doesn't fight it.

"You're suffocating me," She murmurs.

The blonde removes the cover and places a kiss to Madison's cheek.

She doesn't fight it.

"You know," Kimberley begins; she holds the teen tighter. "I like holding you this way.. It's different." She admits.

Madison remains silent.

"If you come with me we'll watch the stars?"

Madison remains silent. She refuses to give into Kimberley's antics - whatever they were.

"I'll spend the entire day in the garden with you tomorrow?"

Silence.

"I'll do anything if you just come with me?"

Silence.

Madison keeps her head facing the wall, Kimberley never stops her pleads.

"Please you have to come with me" Her voice cracks, "My wife is a mess." A sob is known, and it wasn't coming from Madison.

"Please-"

"I think you should leave." Madison whispers, her eyes dry from any tears. "You should leave now."

"I cant," Kimberley squeaks, "I promised my wife you'd come back with me-"

"Promises are broken everyday," Madison speaks emotionless. "Remind your wife the promises she'd said to me, remind her of all the times she told me to trust her.. She'll be sure to understand." She releases a dry chuckle. "Just tell her to leave me alone.. And.. As for you," Kimberley grasps her tightly, forcing her to stay in place.

"You should lea-"

"Stop it!" Kimberley cries, "Please. Please.. Just come with me!" She hysterically begs. "Please!"

Madison turns around and pushes her back; she forces Kimberley to her feet.

They stand in the middle of the small bedroom.

"I said get out." She growls, her eyes darken with rage. "I hate you.. Both of you!" She hisses through her gritted teeth.

Kimberley shakes her head, tears still escaping her blue-greys.

"You don't me-mean it"

"I do," Madison nods. "I fcuking hate you!"

Flames to the heart set off, burning on and on.

Kimberley shakes her head, the tears stream, the tremble to her chin allows the teen to know just how much she's hurt her.

"Y-You-" Kimberley sobs, "You don't me-mean it."

"Leave me alone! Get out! Get out!!" She screams, her hands pound against Kimberley's chest. She forces her out of the bedroom and slams the door shut, falling to the ground along with the mess that she called her life.

Raging storms erupt deep within the teen.

She's breaking, her emotions turn off and mask with darkness.

Kimberley runs out of the home, avoiding everyone. She's never allowed someone to break her the way Madison has destroyed her world with venomous words.

She drives that night with tears blurring her vision; she wipes them away continuously. The sobs echo loudly in the compact space of her Range Rover, with sadness filling up and streaking down quickly.

Why am I getting so upset? She scolds herself. I don't even know her.

Madison was Cheryl's little girl, and now - she was Kimberley's.

Her wounded heart still beats, and no matter how hard Kimberley tried, she loved that little girl with every thump to her heart.

How do I go home and tell Cheryl she's not with me? Kimberley cries harder.

My poor Cheryl.

Cheryl sits on the sofa impatiently; she waits for her wife and daughters' arrival. It was hope she consumed; it was the hope of having her Madison in her arms.

I love her.

She'd mentally repeat.

I've loved her the second I saw her.

Now she understood why the teen and her didn't get along when they'd first met. They were too alike, too similar in every aspect.

Her kingdom was falling apart.

She needed her family.

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Madison hiccups and sobs herself to sleep; she forces herself not to allow the light back into her world. No peace, and no happiness would cast its way into her soul, nothing but darkness shadows her.

Her love has turned to hate.

I hate them. She repeats to herself. I fcuking hate them.

She lullabies those words to herself, floating away to the darkest of dreams.

Filling her up with hatred.

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Kimberley forces herself out of the car, she'd sat in there for what seemed like hours, days, it could have been a lifetime. The thoughts swirl and consume every reflection she'd ponder, every imaginative image of Madison growing up in a home needing a child.

Her home.

She drags her feet through the graveled ground, with a deep breath; she opens the large front door.

Cheryl is instantly on her feet, running with a smile curling to her lips.

"Ma-" She stops her sentence, her distraught wife comes into view.

Kimberley was a mess, her blue-greys paint red with troubling sorrows. The once glossy, and perfectly wavy honey locks now displaying untamed frizz and wild.

She looks a mess.

"I-Is she outside?" Cheryl asks with a tearful chuckle.

Kimberley shakes her head, her chin trembles with pain.

"I-Is.. Is she coming?" Cheryl's voice weakens; the tears rise with the lump currently settling in her throat.

She shakes her head once again.

"Did.. Did you talk to-to her?" Kimberley nods, with a cautious step, she takes the now crying Geordie into her arms.

"I'm sorry," The blonde squeaks.

They hold each other in a tight embrace filled with tears.

"I'm sorry," Kimberley repeats. "I'm so sorry baby,"

The world turns cold; grey skies emit and strike into the home. Loud cries and sobs corner every space of the mansion, they break in the arms of embraced love they once loved to grip to.

Cheryl is falling apart, and Kimberley is following her down into a depressing pit of gloomy regrets.

"I have t-to explain," Cheryl begins, her tears making it difficult to speak clearly. "I have to.. I have to tell her."

Kimberley pulls away, and holds the Geordie's face into her hands. She wipes the flowing tears, Cheryl doing the same.

They stand there, staring into each other's dull eyes.

The tears have no endpoint.

"Tomorrow," Kimberley sniffs, "You'll talk to her tomorrow."

Cheryl shakes her head, her chin mirroring Kimberley's. It quivers with emotions.

"Sh-She wont listen to us.. She's a stubborn c-cow." Cheryl cries with a laugh.

"Reminds me of someone,"

They laugh with emotions.

"I hate you," Cheryl cries, her smile allowing Kimberley to know she was being playful.

"I hate you too," They cry in unison.

They embrace once again.

It was the thought of never seeing Madison, the thought of the teen closing herself off and ignoring Cheryl; that broke her deeply. She needed to explain, she had to explain the past of her fcuked up life.

"Let's go upstairs?" Kimberley mumbles, exhaustion sounding in her tone.

Cheryl nods and allows the blonde to lead them up the grand staircase.

It's a mystery ride for them; growing dizzy from this crazy day that fell upon them. She didn't know what tomorrow had in store, they're both unsure how to fix this.

All Cheryl could do was explain.

She needed to explain.

I need to explain. She'd repeat to herself.

Two broken hearts lie in bed, they're unsure how to speak now, Madison distracts them from every thought swirling and ringing in their heads.

"I want to watch the stars." Cheryl whispers. "Can we watch the stars? Can we sleep on the hammock tonight?"

Cheryl rolls over to look at her wife; she frowns at Kimberley's lost expression.

"Baby?" She whispers, and gently lies atop of her.

Kimberley snaps back to reality.

"I'm sorry," She shakes her head with a small smile. "What was it you said?"

Cheryl frowns, a shaky sigh escapes her lips.

"I'm sorry." Cheryl repeats it, "This shouldn't be your problem bab-"

"Don't finish that please," Kimberley smiles tearfully, "Please don't finish that sentence."

Cheryl lowers herself, for a moment; she takes in the sight of a distressed Kimberley beneath her. Their eyes reflect in emotion, their lips parted with breathless air escaping shakily.

"Why are you so upset?" The Geordie whispers.

"Because," Kimberley begins with a gulp, "Because if she's your daughter.. Then she's m-my daughter.. Isn't that how its supposed to be-"

She cuts her off with a trembling kiss, their lips quiver in unison. Sobs exchange, and the need to hold on was allowing them both to come back to their senses.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Cheryl asks, her tears returning.

"C'mere." The blonde pulls her wife into a tight hold, she places urgent kisses to her forehead as they breathe in harmony.

They rest in silence, simply listening to each other's heartbeats was the only thing they needed in this darkened scene.

Cheryl whispers, "Can we watch the stars?" She asks once more.

Kimberley doesn't reply with words, she replies with actions. Gently she helps them stand to their feet, they walk hand-in-hand out to their heavenly garden. It was paradise even in the nights of darkened skies, and chilly winds, it was still paradise.

"Maybe we can sleep out here tonight?" Cheryl asks, her smile returning.

Madison loves the stars. She'd thought all the way down to the garden.

"If that's what you want," Kimberley returns the smile; mentally she sighs with relief at her wife's mood perking back up.

"Can you grab us some blankets and pillows?" The Geordie pouts in plead.

"Of course," She wasn't going to reject, or tease her, not tonight at least.

The fragile state Cheryl was in broke Kimberley's heart. Little did Kimberley know, she was just as fragile.

I have to stay strong. She'd tell herself all while grabbing the pillows and duvet from their bedroom.

I need to stay strong.

I need to stay strong for the both of us.

She walks back out to the garden, Cheryl stands beside the hammock waiting for her return.

"Why didn't you climb in?" Kimberley giggles.

"I want to lie on top of you." Cheryl shrugs shyly.

She's fcuking adorable.

"Alright," She piles the pillows and carefully climbs in, getting an unsteady swing as the hammock rocks to the contact.

"C'mere," She holds her hand out and assist her wife. The hammock was large enough to fit five people, but Cheryl chooses to lie atop of Kimberley.

Their fronts press together.

"Let me just," Kimberley mutters as she blindly throws the duvet over them. "There we go.. You comfy?"

"Mhmm." Cheryl hums, her brown orbs flutter for an instant.

Kimberley envelopes her into her arms, it was comfort, it was love, and to them; it was everything.

They sigh.

The nightly crickets sing to them a sweet tune; breeze blows gently into their world. It's tranquil, and even with their broken hearts on this tragic twilight, it was still perfect.

"Tell us what happened." Cheryl breaks the peaceful silence.

Kimberley chooses her words carefully.

"She was upset, of course." She begins, "It didn't surprise me.. I told her to come back with me, but she wasn't having any of it-"

"What was she like? Was she okay?" Cheryl asks, her head rises off her wife's chest and looks deeply into her eyes.

"She was fine, but I could tell she had been crying." Kimberley smiles sadly, she raises her hand and runs her fingers through Cheryl's chocolate locks.

"There's always tomorrow sweetheart, yeah?" She gets a small nod in reply.

"Let's watch the stars and fall asleep.. I love you." Kimberley whispers.

"I love you." Cheryl replies in a fragile tone.

The crashes and burns have collided, it wasn't a beautiful euphoria of fluttering hearts. Madison's destroyed soul would need mending, Cheryl's heart cries out for her daughter, and Kimberley's longing for a child aches deeply.

Soon their worlds would meet with fire and rage, exploding and erupting into a beautiful mess.