Nicole Adams-Foster wasn't always Nicole-Adams-Foster. For 15 years, she was just Nicole. In and out of foster homes, being abused and mistreated for seven years, until her moms came along. Stef and Lena Adams-Foster, loving parents to a already full house of teenagers. Brandon, the oldest, came from Stef's first marriage to a man, Mike. Then came the twins, Mariana and Jesus. One day at work there they were, sad and alone with nowhere to go. They stole Stef's heart instantly, so, she took them home and Lena too fell in love with the twins and adopted them. And now they had Nicole, she has some underlying issues due to being in foster care for seven years. Their life is hectic, to say the least, with four teenagers and also juggling work and a marriage, things can get pretty crazy and stressful around the Adams-Foster family house.
Nicole groaned as her alarm went off, she really didn't want to get out of bed. With a heavy sigh and a tap of her phone, the alarm was off and her eyes were slowly starting to open. The sun was bright, much too bright for her likings but somehow her sister was always up before her and opened the curtians. "Good morning sunshine!" Mariana said happily as she came from the bathroom, "I dont get how you're so happy and chipper in the morning." Nicole said as she shook her head and sat up in bed, "Me either," she giggled, sitting on her bed. Nicole rubbed her eyes and finally got out of bed, "Here goes another day." She mumbled and gathered up clothes as she headed to the bathroom, only to find Brandon there. She wasn't happy with Brandon at the moment, he was the one who told their mom's she wasn't feeling good and she suffered through a long, painful talk about her feelings and blah blah. "I'll just come back," she mumbled.
Feelings in the Adams-Foster household were very oftenly talked about. With Lena being a vice principle of the kids high school, she almost always knew when something was off with her kids. So when she saw Nicole slumping around, she knew something just wasn't right. "Nicole, come here baby," she said softly, gently pulling the slumping teen into her bedroom. "Mama, i'm fine, i swear. I think i just woke up too early, Mariana is like, an animal that wakes up super early in the morning. My minds drawing a blank," she mumbled, finally sitting on the bed. Of course she was still tired, Mariana never slept in, so Nicole never slept in. But something was just wrong with her and she herself couldn't even put her finger on it. "I know your tired mood and your grumpy mood, baby. What's up?" She pressed a little softer, knowing full well her daughter might explode. "Mama, i really don't know. Now, if you don't mind, i'd love to brush my teeth and plan Brandon's death." She mumbled before finally walking out of her parents room and into the bathroom, thankfully finding it empty so she could have just a second of alone time to think by herself.
"I mean, yeah, i guess so," Jesus mumbled in the middle of being interrogated by his Mom, the cop. "You guess so?" They were in the middle of a talk about Jesus and his grades, which happened to be slipping by the weeks. "Jesus, you're in danger of failing. Do you understand me? That means you will not pass your junior year, you will not be a senior, and you will be a year behind your sisters. Understood?" Jesus nodded his head in shame. He knew he should be paying more attention to school then to skateboarding or Emma, his girlfriend. "Understood," he groaned deeply, scuffing his feet on the floor. Stef nodded, pleased at their talk, now to the real issue, Nicole and her behavior. Latley, the teen had been flying off the handle at random moments, and Stef being the super mom she is, knew her girls menstral cycles and Nicole wasn't on hers. Something else was going on and she was determined to get to the bottom of it, no matter what it took, even questioning her other daughter and even her other son.
Nicole had now locked herself in the bathroom while in the shower, letting the almost scholding hot water wash over her body as she sat in the water. Her head was spinning with thoughts, thoughts of her past and how horrible she had been treated before. She knew her moms would never do anything like that to her, but she just coulnd't help her thoughts. "Nic?" Mariana knocked softly, she hadn't heard from her sister in a few hours, "Go away, and don't tell moms im in here i'm-I'm taking a bath." She knew right away that sounded dumb, the shower was still running. Nicole closed her eyes and waited for the wrath of her Mom or the comfort of her Mama, either way, she didn't want either of them to bother her. Not now, she needed to think about things for a little while. She kept having flash backs of her first foster home and the abuse she went throught, she remembered sitting in the bathtub just crying, praying that someone would come save her. Anything to happen, now, she almost wished someone would come save her from herself, save her from the thoughts running in her head.
"Should you talk to her, or would you rather it be me?" Lena asked as they stood infront of the bathroom door, "Depending on her mood, it should be me. You know she think's you're too soft and i'm too hard, so i'll go in there first and if everything goes wrong, you can swoop in and save the day." Stef smiled before kissing her head and slowly, yet anxiously walking to the bathroom door. "Nicole," She knocked softly, "Baby it's Mom, let me in sweetie. I promise i wont get mad at you." She pressed softly, "Please my sweets, everything will be okay once you open the door." Stef was trying everything to get Nicole to open the door. "Nicole if you don't open it, im going to have to get the key and unlock it myself and you dont want that baby."