Adopted (Peterick)

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-Patrick's POV-

I leaned back against that all-too familiar headboard that I wished I would never see again.

I can't believe he just sent me back like I was some broken Christmas present from an uncle who doesn't know your middle name. I knew it was too good to be true.

I need to get out of here. I went past the desk and told the lady I was going out and grabbed my bike and went through town, doing particularly nothing.

-Pete's POV-
-One Month Later-

It's April 26th, and Patrick's eighteenth birthday is tomorrow. He hasn't called or texted me since he left and I'm super bummed, but I need to see him.

-Patrick's POV-

You have no idea how much I want to leave this place. And tomorrow I can. I don't know where I'm gonna go, but frankly, I don't care.

"Patrick?" Head mistress Johlynn said poking her head through the door.

"Yeah?"

"I found people willing to house you until you get a place." She said. "It's um, {insert Illinois address here}!"

That's Pete's house. I'm not going back there. He sent me back to this place. "Is there any other possible place?"

"No, I'm sorry, Patrick." She said before leaving.

I don't understand he would volunteer, he sent me back. I'm positive it was because I tried to kiss him. Then HE kissed me, then he sent me back. I don't want to go back.