Brave - FanFic CHIM/CHERYL COLE

Part 196

Authors POV

Cheryl was fighting her inner demons, she wanted Julie to be tough and strong; instead she got a daughter who was the complete opposite of her in all aspects. The only quality that Julie had from her Mam was her cheekiness and sensitivity. Cheryl was more sensitive than she led herself to believe.

She wouldn't show her weaknesses, especially not in front of Julie - she wanted to be a good role model for her, she wanted her to say 'I want to be as tough and strong as Mam' that's all she ever wanted. She wasn't going to change her stern attitude towards her daughter, she was going to teach her how to toughen up.

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Cheryl's POV

I just stood there staring at her; she was sound asleep cuddled up into Libby. I know I shouldn't have spoken to her like that, but what else was I supposed to do - she has to learn. I tiptoed over to her kneeling down to the edge of the sofa where her head lay. Me fingers tracing her imperfections - how could someone touch me baby like this?

"I'm sorry" I whispered, I knew I constantly shouted at Julie for apologizing - I was apologizing for a reason. I placed a light kiss against her bruised eye before going back up to speak to me wife. I wasn't surprised to find the bedroom door locked

"Kimba?" I said in a hushed tone, tapping the door lightly

"Fck off!" She shouted, she had every right to speak to us like that - I took it too far this time

"Don't even think about knocking again! Go fck yourself!" She added, I sighed walking meself to a guest bedroom - I deserved it.

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Julie's POV

My eyes were still clasped shut - I could see the morning light through the thin layer of my eyelids. The feeling of someone's arms wrapped around me made it difficult to move a muscle. I knew it was Libby, the familiar scent brought calmness to my heart

"Morning" She yawned, snuggling further into my neck - her nose running against my skin; inhaling my natural fragrance

"Mm" I groaned, my eyes opened with difficulty - I knew that the bruising had inflamed; my eyes were heavy and my cheeks were sore

"Did you sleep okay? I'm sorry.. I'm practically laying on you" She giggled shyly - we were tangled up, limbs and arms wrapped around each other. Almost in a safety shell - protecting ourselves in someway

"No you're fine" I tried to smile, but even smiling hurt

"I'm smiling" I said, her musical laughs fill me up with happiness - I forced my cheeks to take the wincing pain of my dimpled grin. That's if my dimples were even showing with the scratching and bruising

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes are sad, she's hovering over me - her orbs working frantically around my face.

"Yeah" I whispered truthfully, she lowered herself - kissing me tenderly. Her lips lingering on each blemish - it's almost as if she was kissing the pain away

"It'll be gone before you know it" She smiled, her eyes were glossy and I knew she was probably blaming herself for this

"I should have don-"

"Don't.. It's no ones fault but mine. I act like I'm tough when really I'm weak.. My past is a perfect example" I spoke past the lump that unexpectedly formed in my throat - my voice was thick. I didn't want to cry anymore, but I couldn't control it

"It's made me into the person I am today" I whispered through my tears - they were leaking from the ends of my eyes; trailing down to my neck

"I just take it and hope for the best" She closed her eyes, she couldn't look at me when I was upset; it would always break her heart when I cried. I seemed to be doing that a lot - crying.