A/N I saw I got a few favourites and thought I'd do another chapter but I really want some feedback before I continue so please review good or bad I will take either on board and try to improve

'Look Mr bubbles ADAM' I shout I run over to a crumpled body there's a needle in my left hand with a tube attached to one end, I glance at Mr bubbles and stab the body with the needle 'I like getting ADAM it makes me special' big daddy grumbles and shifts from one foot to the other 'Mr bubbles?'

I wake up screaming, I turn towards the clock, its only 2 am and every time I have a nightmare I always wake at 2 am. Why do I have these dreams? I lean over my bed and grab an old stuffed toy a doll with a large bald head with a underwater helmet, and I try to go back to sleep, the light through my window awakes me around 9am, I clamber out of bed still soaked with sweat from the nightmare. When I get downstairs mother is cooking breakfast for me and her, I still haven't asked her about Eleanor.

"Mother?" I ask quietly as I sit down at the table.

"Yes dear?" She turns towards me placing my plate in front of me filled with pancakes and syrup.

"The woman you sent me to said you two were friends." I begin cutting up my pancakes and add more sugar and syrup. Mother drops the bowl with the rest of the mixture and spins towards me.

"yes we are sort of, why do you ask?"

"She said you looked after her as a little girl."

"I did, her family wasn't around and I had many girls already in my care one more wasn't going to harm."

"Why didn't you tell me before, you always said to me I was your first and only child and had no experience with bringing up children when obviously that was a lie."

"It was not a lie!" Mother threw the bowl at the wall in frustration, I glared at her in shock.

"Mother!" I push my chair back and step away from her. She reaches out to touch my arm but I brush her away.

"Ella you are my child but not my only child I did look after lots of orphaned or abandoned girls before you many years before you I must add."

"well a decade at the least I'd say Eleanor was around 10 years older than me." Mother purses her lips and steps towards me again,

"Sweetheart, I stopped looking after Eleanor when she was six in 1958 then there was a riot and she was given back to her mother, however about 10 years later 1968 she found me and I helped her get away from her mother by finding her father delta."

I listen to her eagerly and urge her to continue.

"Once Eleanor was happy I moved here to England and told her she was always welcome to join me and she did a few years later, that's when I found you, it was 1973 Eleanor came to this house with a little girl clutching her hand shying away between her legs you were no less than 7 or 8 years old, Eleanor told me you was born in 1965 and was brought to the same orphanage Eleanor was at in 1969 just as I left and it took her 4 years to get you out safe." The only thing I could manage to say was.

"You're not my real mother."