Adopted By Markiplier (COMPLETED)

Chapter 20

POV: Mark

"YOU FUCKING CAN'T!"

I threw my phone across the room, hearing it shatter when it came in contact with the wall. Turning back to Mrs. Garald, the orphanage lady who called me this morning, "Mr. Fischbach, please calm down."

"CALM DOWN?!" The tears were coming full force, my anger bubbling inside of me, "YOU JUST FUCKING TOLD ME-"

Wade's car pulled up at the front of the orphanage, Krystal stepping out.

POV: Krystal

I rushed up to the door, entering. The first thing I noticed was Mark on the ground, crying. Not Taylor, not Mrs. Garald, not even the broken things everywhere. Nope, I noticed Mark in pain.

I ran over to him and knelt down, "Mark? Are you ok?"

"Krystal, we need to talk." Mrs. Garald said.

"No." Mark said, barely audible, "I'll tell her." He looked up, eyes puffy, face pale, a waterfall of tears falling down his face, "Krystal...I can't adopt you."

I felt my heart plummet, falling down to my feet and shattering. I was too shock to speak, to make a sound.

"What do you mean?"(Ohhh, when you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no! No, not amuse? Sorry, i'll go now.) Wade said behind me, sounding just as shocked as I am.

He swallowed hard, glaring at Mrs. Garald, "Yes, what do I mean?" (WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! SORRY! I HAD TO!)

I turned my attention to the lady behind me, one of the workers that I don't know too well. She looked down at me with sad eyes, "I'm sorry. He is not fit to be your father."

"What gives you the right to make that decision?" I mumbled, finally finding my voice.

"Krystal, he's a bad influence. I can-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TRY TELLING ME HE'S A BAD INFLUENCE!" I stood up, facing her with glaring eyes, a voice like venom, "HE'S THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME AND YOU WANT TO TAKE HIM AWAY?! A FAMILY FINALLY WANTS ME! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THAT AWAY?!"

"Let's just settle-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Mark stood up, moving right in front of Mrs. Garald's face, "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL US TO SETTLE DOWN! YOU DON'T REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"

"Mr. Fishbach, right now, you're being a bad influence. Screaming at a lady in the open and cursing. Oh! Should I mention that there are children nearby also?"

Mark made a fist, I knew he wanted to punch her so badly. As did I.

I took a step next to him, reaching for his hand and sliding my hand in his. I felt him relax, only the tiniest of bit.

In a stern voice, Mark said, "You are not taking her."

"There is nothing you can do. The paper is already signed and everything. Now, Mr. Fischbach, I will ask you nicely to go back home and take her with you to pack her things. She has to be brought back by sundown, or I will call the police."

I looked over at Taylor, who stood at the hallway, watching. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I ran over to her, embracing her and letting out the sobs, "I c-ca-can't-"

"Shhh, it's ok my bopseytwin. You don't have to explain yourself." She whispered in her soothing voice. I can imagine her being a mother, if she wasn't such a trouble maker.