Adopted by the shaytards *COMPLETED*

Finding out

Blakes POV
One of the hardest things is figuring out that your parents know you are cutting. They took my razors I just got more. It's addictive it's the only way i can take away the pain. Dad called us all down for a family meeting. Great I thought he's probably going to advertise that I cut.
I sat down and Brock sat beside me. Dad sat across from us and started talking. He said he loves us all a lot and that he couldn't imagine what his life would be like with out us in it. Then mom looked over at him and then they said it the awful words.
WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY. AND WE ARE MOVING BACK TO IDAHO.
No I thought
They just adopted me and know I have to move. And as if I wasn't good enough they decide to pop out another friggin baby. Like what. I ran into my room and slammed the door. I looked underneath my bed for my razors. I took one out sliced across my whole arm. Cherishing the tingling feeling of pulling the blades. I cut until I had no more room to do so. I washed the blood off and put on my hoodie. I laid into the soft comfort of my bed and heard footsteps come towards my room. I heard the door creak open and I turned over in bed to face the wall. I heard my dad come in. I knew it was him. He sat down across from me in my rolly desk chair. He sat there and just looked at my back. He rolled up closer to my bed and started to talk I stopped him. He bent down and kissed me and left my room. I'm not ok.