Adopted by Magcon

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Jack Js POV: Izzy has been staying at a hotel close by our house since she came that night. She and i exchanges phone numbers and we've been talking.

Well, more than talking. I really like her but I'm worried she doesn't feel the same. The day after her friend Mikas funeral we went out to get coffee.

She told me all about Mika and their friendship. It reminds me of Jack and I's. It's not quite the same though. It's the tumor that took Mika. Madison is Jacks tumor and she's taking him away from me.

I walk into the living room to see Izzy standing there. She is alone with her arms crossed facing away from me.

I sneak in quietly and wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off the ground. I spin her around and hear an annoying scream.

I sit her down and turn her around to face me. To my absolute horror, it's not Izzy I see. It's Madison.

"What the hell Jack? I just standing here waiting for my Boo, why would you do that?
It's all because of you're stupid daughter. Ever since that biotch April came here everyone has been paying attention to you and her not me and jack. You don't even love her! You just feel sorry for her. She's such a bitch! Last time I met that skank, she said I was fake. Like.... What the fuck I'm so real. Speak of the devil." I can't believe Madison would say that about my own daughter. I love her with all my heart.

I turn around to see May standing in the door starring at us in shock.

"Is that true dad? You don't even love me?" She asks. Her voice cracks when she says the word love.

"No! May I love you with all my heart. You're my daughter and-"

"You just felt sorry for me. Well guess what? I was fine! I had my brother and a friend. I don't want to be somewhere I'm not wanted." I watch in disbelief as she runs up the stairs.

I turn back to Madison fuming. She looks all smug in herself. Does she even realize what she just did?

"Get out of my house."

Mays POV:
I run up the stairs and into my room. I go into the bathroom and quickly strip off all my clothes. I then dig through drawer after drawer until I find what I'm looking for. My old friend. Hello razor.

•••

It's been almost a full week since I've shaved my legs and they're starting to feel hairy.

I lather on some shaving cream and begin to shave away, careful not to scratch my skin.

Once I'm finished, I turn on the shower and hop in. Instead of standing and washing myself, I sit in the bottom and let the water rush over my skin.

Did dad really feel that way about me? Maybe Madison's right and they don't love me. I find myself starting to cry and I suddenly let all the tears flow.I heard a knock at the door.

"May? Is that you? Open up." It's Shawn. No way am I opening up. I'm naked.

"Go away. Leave me here to die." I call back and stuff my head back into my knees and let the water works start up again.

The door bursts open to reveal Shawn. My body is curled up in a ball so all of my privates are covered, thankfully.

Shawn looks at me and sighs. He strips his shirt off and throws it at me and I pull it on over my head allowing it to fall and cover me up. He then climbs into the shower with me and pulls me into a tight hug.

It's not as awkward as you would think. A seventeen and a eighteen year old half naked staring at each other. It brings a sense of serenity.

The simplicity of the situation makes me feel like I'm wanted and loved. Like he wants and loves me. I don't know where I'd be in life without him.

Probably still in the orphanage being beaten. If he hadn't have found me once Ms. Sheafer tried to take me back then I'd be there for good.

The way he is calmly looking into my eyes is like a plea for help. Something to tell him what to do. I lower my eyes back to my lap and feel Shawn step into the shower.

He sits behind me and wraps his arms and legs around me creating a shell. Shawn slowly starts rocking back and forth singing soothingly in my ear.

"We don't have to be ordinary, make your best mistakes." Shawn sings.

This is my favorite one of his songs. It perfectly describes our relationship. We aren't ordinary and no matter how hard we try, we all make mistakes. But stop spending your life trying to make up for your mistakes because you're wasting time that you could be out making a difference.

I lean back and press myself against him. I can feel his heart beat on my back and I know it's beating for me. Shawn Mendes heart beats for me.

I am May Bathilda Reed and I'm falling for Shawn Peter Mendes.

That's when I realized, all I need is shawn. I need him now. And I'll need him tomorrow, I'll need him next month and I needed him yesterday.

I'll never stop needing Shawn Mendes until the day I die. The one thing I can't stop thinking about is my birth mother.

I turn around and kiss shawn passionately before standing up to get dressed. I throw on a little skirt and Tshirt before walking downstairs to see Dad, Izzy, Jack, and Aaron sitting on the couch. But they're not alone.

A tall muscular man is sitting on the opposite couch staring at them.

"Dad." I say and walk down. I sit next to him and he wraps his arms around me is a tight hug.

"I love you."

"I love you too. But who is this guy?" I ask gesturing to the man sitting across from me.

"May, this is Mark. He's your birth father and he's battling for full custody." Dad says cooly. I look up and make eye contact with him. We have the same brown eyes and little nose.

My world starts to spin at the thought of leaven this house again. This isn't what I meant! I wanted to meet my birthmother not be taken away by my birthfather.

"There's more." I look to the side and see dad with a pained expression on his face.

"It's about your birth mother." Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. I  swing back around to see Mark still staring at me.

"Her name is Sue Sheafer..." Please be dead. Please be dead.