Adopted by Taylor Swift

Addiction

Chapter 2

Bridget's POV

Taylor and I got along for a few days while she was in town. She was on tour for Speak Now; during rehearsals I would sit with ice cream at the end of the stage and watch her plan out the night. We would laugh and make jokes with each other but by the time show time came around, I headed to find some of my older friends to go drink. Taylor was disappointed in me when she saw I was passed out in front of the door.

She was in Michigan for four days, which I thought it was weird because Michigan isn't a very big state, but I never questioned it. When Taylor was getting ready to leave for Chicago she came in and handed me a sheet of paper. It said that she had adopted me and that she is my legal mother. I had become angry with her, she had no right to be my mom. Not only was I angry about her trying to be my mom, I was annoyed that we were only seven years apart, she doesn't know how to take care of herself, let alone an addict.

A knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked around; I had torn apart my bedroom. There was a whole caved into my wall, my bed post was broken, and my mirror was shattered. Taylor walked into my room with water and Motrin.

"Can we talk?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside me.

I just ignored her, I didn't want to talk. Taylor was telling me I now had to be sober and she was going to homeschool me. No, this was not our deal; all she was going to do is give me a place to stay while we travel state to state.

"Bridget, I know you don't want to talk but I am going to talk to you, and you will just have to listen. I adopted you because you were on verge of being placed into a foster home. I had been contacted by the state after they had found out your mother skipped town and your aunt didn't want custody of you. When they saw I had been traveling with you, they recommended I become your legal guardian.

"I let you do your thing for a few months but you as my daughter is hurting my image, and I personally I don't want you doing that anymore." She longly explained.

"You're kidding me; I am hurting your image?" Already irritated with Taylor, my patience has worn low, "I find it baffling that you claimed just before you cared about me and didn't want me in a home but now you're just worried about your image. You could care less if I were sober or not, as long as you don't associate yourself with an addict." Though my voice starts rise, Taylor stays calm.  I wanted to leave the room but I had nowhere to go. I was in my own room.

"Bridget, I do care about you and you're twisting my words. I care that you get sober and this adoption being public, it gives me even more reason to crack down on this." Taylor was starting to cry. "You are now my daughter, and I am going to take care of you for the rest of your life whether you like it better or not."

At this point I was shut down; I don't want to listen to her. I was perfectly fine living house to house or couch to couch and living my life. I wasn't able to be tied down to a person that isn't mature enough to be my mom

I walked away from her. I couldn't hear her talk to me anymore.

Second update today! I had so much time on my hand I thought Why not! My computer won't let me add different chapters so I apologize if it doesn't show up correctly.

I'm going to start asking questions every chapter, just to get to know my readers more!!

Where are you guys from?? I'm from Michigan (obviously lol)