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

Chapter 12

Brandie's pov

Patrick was yelling my name as I raced down the street. I can't believe that bitch. How the fuck does she know everything about my life. How does she know about my insomnia!? Or about my anorexia. Or about my anxiety.

After a while of running I finally stopped and leaned against a tree. I must've run miles. I lost Patrick a while ago. I looked around me and gasped. How did I end up here. I stared at the white cross 4 feet away from me. I walked over and kneeled down. I smiled as I traced my 12 year old hand writing. The cross read,

'Billy Patterson died here after being hit by a drunk driver. He was taking his daughter to their forest cabin for their monthly weekend together. He'll be forever missed. I love you daddy.'

I wiped away a few tears and smiled, "Hi daddy. I miss you. I can't believe it's been 5 years. Well almost. My anorexia and anxiety's getting better daddy. And my idol Pete Wentz adopted me. And plus I'm dating Patrick Stump. I'm gonna be in the next summer Olympics. I really wish you could see me play in person. But I guess you have the best view up there. My insomnia's getting worse. I didn't sleep last night. Or the week before night Pete adopted me and the night after that. Those are the only time's I've been able to sleep. And Pete's engaged to a bitch. She knows everything about me. She thinks I'm trying to steal Pete. She's scaring me. I need you daddy. I know we weren't as close as we used to be; but you always knew how to make me feel better. Please help me."

I rested my head in my knees and I heard clicks and saw flashes. I looked up at saw paparazzi. I kissed my hand before touching it to the cross and I started running again. I could get to the cabin. And I could call Pete or Patrick to come pick me up. Or to let them know I'm okay.

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I opened the door to the cabin and gasped at what I saw. Deflated balloons were on the ground and there was a dusted banner that read,

"Happy 12th birthday Brandie Candy!" Brandie Candy was my dad's nick name for me. My birthday was the day before the crash. I smelled rotted food and I smiled a few tears falling down my face. I took out my phone and dialed Patrick.

He picked up half way through the first ring exclaiming, "Brandie where are you!?"

I choked back a sob saying, "My old cabin in the woods. Pete knows what I'm talking about. I'll be home after dark. I need to do something. I'm okay. Bye."

"Brandie wait-!" Patrick exclaimed but I hung up. I turned around and shut the door behind me and stared running back to town.

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It was dark when I got to my mom's house. I knocked and her boyfriend opened it. I looked at him asking,

"Where's my mom?"

"In the bed room," he replied stepping aside to let me in. I walked to the bed room and threw a wad of 2,000 dollars at my mom saying,

"Check into rehab. It's what dad wanted."

She looked at me and I walked out. I said goodbye to her boyfriend and started running home. I got to the house and I slipped inside. I looked terrible. I had tree branches in my hair and I had mud on my knees and shirt from falling and kneeling by my dad's road side memorial. Pete ran over and hugged me as did Patrick. Ashlee pulled Pete away holding up my half empty Ambien bottle. I snatched it out of her hand and she demanded,

"How many did you take last night?"

"None! And stop acting like you care!" I replying shoving them in my jacket pocket. That was a lie. I took god knows how many last night. I just wanted to sleep. And they weren't working. I took a lot.

Ashlee looked at Pete saying, "She has a drug problem just like her mother."

My eyes widened and I yelled, "No I don't! I'm not like my mom! Shut up!"

"Then why did I find that Ambien in your room? You don't have insomnia! Or do you? When was the last time you slept through the night or slept at all?" she yelled back. All eyes were on me and I whispered,

"The last time I slept through the night was last month some time. I've slept since I've been here. Just not through the night."

Ashlee crossed her arms over her chest saying, "So you do have insomnia." I nodded and pushed past everyone.

"Do you want me to tell them about your anorexia or do you? Oops sorry," Ashlee yelled after me. I heard a smile in her voice. I raced to my room and locked the door. I grabbed the box of chalk and started writing lyrics and drawing.

I finished and someone cleared their throat saying, "The lyrics and drawings are pretty amazing. I spun around to face Patrick. He shut my door and hugged me. I looked up at him and he kissed me gently whispering,

"I don't care if you have insomnia or anorexia. You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

A smile found it's way to my face and I kissed him. The door opened and I heard Pete start,

"Brandie-What the fuck is going on!?"