Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 6

Brandie's pov

Ryan put me down and I slapped his arm saying,

"You're fucking lucky that I had my bag with me." Pete picked me up from behind and I squealed as he put me in the front seat of his car.

We got home and I raced inside. I raced into my bathroom. I showered and as I stepped out I dried my hair and pulled on sweats and a tank top. I looked at my hair and smiled before getting scissors. I cut myself side bangs pretty good too. I smiled before walking out. I walked downstairs and Pete looked up laughing,

"Nice bangs."

"Why thank ya," I smiled and sat next to him.

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I was talking to Brendon and Ryan about tattoos and I was calling them wimps for saying they kinda hurt.

"You don't have a tattoo so you can't say shit!" Brendon pouted.

I stood up and pulled up my shirt showing them my side. I have a microphone tattooed on my fore arm so it looked like I'm about to grab it. The wire wraps around my waist running down the inside of my arm and side.

Ryan's eyes bugged out of his head saying, "Fuck that's cool."

Pete walked in and did a double take before asking, "Why is Brandie stripping?"

Everyone ran in and I started laughed as Pete smacked their heads. I gasped, "Dude! I'm showing them my tattoo in it's almost entirety." He walked over and smiled before saying,

"That's really cool."

I nodded and Pete asked, "You got any more ideas for tattoos?"

My feet pounded against the stairs as I raced to my room and grabbed my book of tattoo drawings. I slid down the railing on the stairs and tossed Pete the book. He flipped through them and when he got to my favorite I stopped him saying,

"I really wanna get this one. I've been saving up to get it. I almost have enough." The tattoo is 2 guns on a bed of flowers with a design at the bottom.

Pete looked up and smiled, "How would you like to get it tomorrow? And anything you want tomorrow."

"I'm 20 bucks short for the tattoo. And I was gonna get a lip ring but I'm 30 bucks short for that. Plus I was just gonna get clothes."

"Well I'm paying the 50 bucks for you to get the lip ring and the tattoo. Plus I'm buying you at least 3 outfits."

Jon stepped forward saying, "And we're buying you stuff too." I made a face and looked at the clock. Damn. It's 9. I have school tomorrow. And I need to sneak out and meet my mom.

I hugged everyone fake yawning, "I'm tired from practice and almost kicking Pete's ass at soccer. And I have school tomorrow so night guys."

"Night," they all chorused. Pete kissed the top of my head saying,

"I'm gonna check on you before I go to bed. Make sure you're settled in." I nodded and slipped upstairs. He's gonna go to bed late. So I can sneak out. Meet my mom. See what she wants. And get back no problem. I raced to my room and pulled on black skinny jeans and a black v neck. I put my hair up and grabbed a jacket and my phone before slipping out my window and climbing down the gutter pipe. I took off running towards the place where my mom said she wanted to meet me.

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I got there and I sat down on the park bench. My mom sat next to me saying,

"I need more money."

"Mom I'm not giving you money for drugs."

She looked at me saying, "Please! It's not for drugs! It's to get out of here! My boyfriend-he's violent."

This is what she does. She manipulates people. I shook my head saying, "I can't mom. I'm sorry. I need to go home now."

"Back to that orphanage? That's not your home! Come home with me!" my mom exclaimed grabbing my wrist. She had a vice like grip and I tugged my wrist trying to get away saying,

"I got adopted! Let go!"

I noticed her pupils were dilated as she screamed, "STOP LYING!" I ripped my wrist out of her grasp and started running. She stood there screaming at me. A few tears slid from my eyes and I made it back to Pete's house. I climbed up the gutter pipe into my room and changed back into my sweats and t shirt. I looked at my bruises wrist and I wiped my eyes; but more tears kept falling. I sat on my bed curling into a ball. I cried silently cried into my knees and I heard the front door close. I heard Pete walk upstairs and my door opened. I quickly wiped my eyes hiccuping and I felt my bed sink under Pete's weight and he put his arms around my shoulder asking,

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head saying, "Nothing." He looked at my wrist before getting up and turning on the light. I looked at my wrist and saw it wasn't just bruises but raw. He made me look him in the eye asking,

"Who did this?"

I looked down and he tilted my chin up once again his tone firm asking, "Who did this?"

I swallowed before whispering, "My m-mom." He pulled me into his chest as I started crying again.