Adopted by Kiandrea-Kian Lawley/Andrea Russet fanfic

Chapter 49

****Trigger warning; rape and stalker mention***

*Rainy's POV*

I woke up the next morning and rolled out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud and groaned.

After laying there for a minute I got up and pulled on black studded shorts, a panic! At the disco shirt, and white converse.

I threw my hair into a pony tail and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was completely brown again, as the blue had faded a long time ago.

I felt like re-dyeing it, maybe I could convince Dad. I tore myself away from the mirror and walked downstairs into the kitchen.

I saw Dad making pancakes. "Ready to meet your birth mother?" Dad asked flipping a pancake with a spatula. "Yeah, I guess," I said sitting at the bar. He laughed, "It's gonna be okay, it's not like you're going to stay there forever. We'll just leave you for a few hours."

I nodded and started to eat the pancake he had put on a plate in front of me. Trevor came down a little while later and sat next to me.

When I finished I put my fork and plate in the sink. "Ready?" Mom asked. I nodded and we walked out to the car.

*30ish minutes later*

We drove up to a very expensive looking apartment building. I grabbed Mom's hand and we walked into the lobby.

"We're here to see Jasmine Alexandria," Dad said to the guy at the desk. The guy started typing on his computer and nodded, "You can go on up."

We went into the elevator and pressed the floor number "6." We got to the floor and looked for her apartment. We finally found it and stood there for a moment.

I knocked and waited patiently. The door opened to reveal a girl about 5'4 with purple hair and an eyebrow and septum piercing.

"Oh hey! You must be uh, Rainy, right? I'm Alice, Jasmine's roommate, she's in the shower right now I'll let her know you're here, Jasmine!" She said, then yelled down the hall.

I heard a faint "what?!" from down the hall.

"Rainy's here!!!"

"Here, you can come sit," she said leading us inside and to a couch. We sat down and a little while later a girl who looks to be about 5'6, with dark blue hair, and snake bite lip piercings walked in drying her hair with a towel.

"Sorry, I didn't remember what time you'd be here, I'm Jasmine," she said.

"Well, Rainster, we'll come pick you up in about 3 hours, text one of us if you wanna come home early," Dad said, hugging me.

I nodded and they walked out.

"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I might have some answers so I'm gonna go make some pizza rolls and then we can talk," Jasmine said, then walked into the kitchen.

She came back a few minutes later and set a plate of pizza rolls on the table, then sat criss-cross on the couch.

"Okay, so first thing's first, um I'm Rainy. So, how old were you when you had me and why did you put me up for adoption?" I asked.

She nodded, like she knew that was going to be one of the first questions I'd ask. "Well, I was 14 when I had you, so I'm 27 now. Um, well I didn't want to put you up for adoption if I'm being honest here. I wanted to keep you, but when I was passed out, your father, that dick, forged my signature on the adoption papers because he wanted to take you away from me," she said.

I nodded. "How did you get pregnant? Like what was the situation there," I asked, then ate another pizza roll, I was starting to get more comfortable.

"Well, I was 14, like I told you, and I was being stalked at the time. Um, one day, he um raped me. I wanted to get an abortion at first because I didn't want to be carrying the child of my stalker snd rapist. But then I thought about how it was my kid. When you were born I wanted to keep you and raise you, but as I said he forged my signature and I had no choice or say in the matter," she said.

"Oh, well that's not what I expected at all. I could stay with you sometimes you know. Like I could spend the night every once in a while," I said.

She brightened up, "Really? You want to spend time with me? After all this time and you not knowing me?"

"Of course, you're my mom. I never want to meet my dad though, he sounds like a terrible guy," I said.

"Oh, also am I allowed to cuss at your house?" I asked.

She laughed, "Of course."

I sighed, "Thank god."