and then i met you {chim}

Chapter 5

Jane's POV

Realization. 

Panic. 

Shock. 

Nausea.

Pain.

Depression.

Anger.

All these feelings that are spinning around in my head.  The mix of emotions completely rattling me, I don't know what to do.  My brain won't stop trying to put these impossible pieces together.

There's no way.  But, is there? 

"Don't be stupid, Jane."

"Don't be absurd, Jane."

"Don't be foolish, Jane."

Who exactly is them, you ask?  They are all the hatred words of my previous foster parents.  I always let their words get the better of me, I always take them too seriously.  What do they know anyway?

"Breathe." I whispered to myself as I ran out of the woods and climbed into my bedroom window.  I've put too much pressure on myself.

I don't know what to think.  There's no way that I just spoke to my fathers ex-girlfriend.  There's no way that I ran into her at the coffee shop just yesterday afternoon.  I go to that coffee shop all the time, have I passed her before?

I sat on the squeaky bed in the corner of my room. I didn't know if I should write to her or not. What if it turns out that it's just a coincidence and she's not really my Mum.

I went into the bathroom across the hall and walked up to the sink.  I looked at my bare face in the rusty mirror.  I can't help but cry.  I just cry.

I put my face in the sink and splashed cold water over my face.  I took deep breaths and dried my soaked face.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

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Kimberley's POV

"Have you heard from Nicola, at all?" Cheryl brought me out of my thoughts. We've just been sat watching a bunch of Broadchruch on Netflix.

"Yeah, we both get plus ones." I answered, looking down at Cheryl who is laying beside me, her head leaning on my shoulder.

"Well, we could always invite our Mam's." I smiled at her and I knew she could tell something was wrong.

"Baby, you've got to get over those dreams. You know we have to wait another three years." I sadly shook my head at her with a pout.

"I know, I just can't wait anymore. It's been fifteen years! I can't take the pain anymore." My voice cracked and I felt the sting of my tears.  Cheryl pulled me into her and held me tight.

"Please, baby.  Please don't cry." She wiped my tears and sat me up.

"I'm sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it." She nodded and listened to me cry in her arms for awhile.

"Can we just call it an early night, tonight?" Cheryl nodded and lifted me off the couch.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I held onto her neck as she carried me bridal-style upstairs.