Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

"Holy shit, Gerard." Brendon examined my face. "What did you two do yesterday?"

"Everything except for get Max a boyfriend."

"They all ran away when they saw my face." She joked.

"We're going to the dentist. Go get dressed."

"I don't need teeth."

"Go get dressed."

"I'm only missing three and a half."

"Half? Show me the half." She opened her mouth. Luckily all of the missing teeth were in the back.

"See, you can't even tell that they're missing."

"Go get dressed."

"The missing teeth make me look tough."

"Go get dressed."

"I don't want to."

"Now, Max."

She sighed and trudged up the stairs.

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"i can't eben talt right wif dis tuff inmy mouf." Max tried to talk through the plaster in her mouth. "i don wan teaf if i hath to wear dis tuff."

"You have to learn to sign. I can't understand you." I chuckled

"Oh yeah. sign dis." she flipped me off.

"Hey. Language."

"English." She smirked oddly with the cast on. "my teef hurt. an i an droolin."

"You were the one who did this to yourself."

Max frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, silent.

Max's POV

I sat down at home and played the piano, not even bothering to sing because of the pain.  I sat for hours playing anything that came into my head, before texting Gerard.

max: come over pls.

gee: can't. forehead doesn't trust me.

max: i'm bored.

gee: sorry.

max: i'll try to get patrick to come over.

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max: come over tricky.

tricky: y.

max: gee isn't allowed to. i lost teeth

tricky: do you have any friends ur own age?

max: no. i dont go to school.

tricky: we need to invite you to one of our meet and greets. you'll meet people there.

max: coming over?

tricky: pete too.

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The first thing Pete and Patrick did was laugh at the way I sounded.

I mumbled, "I should have invited Dallon." Of course, that just made them laugh harder, and I frowned and stopped up stairs, grabbing my longboard.

I rode down the sidewalk, not answering the text notifications that went off on my phone.
I rode for a couple of miles, doing simple jumps, before turning around and going back home.

About half a mile away from home I saw blood. Lots of blood. Riding forward, I ignored the thoughts going through my head.

There was a small girl with little blonde corkscrews. When I brushed the hair from her face I saw something I wished wasn't true.

Claire.

I picked her up, immediately hearing gunshots inside the house.

My thoughts were frantic. I pushed off my skateboard, riding to the house as quickly as possible, feeling the faint pulse in Claire's wrist.

I stopped and opened the front door of the house calling out. "I need help."

Brendon called back. "I can't understand you Max. You need to speak more clearly."

I took off my jacket and pressed it to Claire's wounds. I then ripped the plaster casts out of my mouth, seeing my won blood, and teeth coming out with them. That was a dentist's trip wasted.

"BRENDON, I NEED HELP NOW! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" I screamed at him, swearing. normally I would never use the f-bomb to get his attention, but now I needed to. It was the only thing that would get him here fast enough.

Tears were falling down my face as I pressed firmly against the jacket. Blood was covering my hands as I breathed heavily, breaking down almost completely. I could barely function, and all I could do was clutch Claire's tiny body to my chest, rocking her back and forth.

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An eternity later I was being pulled away from Claire. I screamed. I kicked. I cried. I fought in any way that I could. I wanted to be near Claire. She needed me.

Brendon hugged me. "It's okay."

I completely lost it again. A mixture of my blood and spit was dripping from my mouth as I spoke in a warbled voice. "There were gunshots. She must have been adopted, and someone was in there with a gun. They were being shot. I didn't know what to do." I choked. The taste of my blood was too much. The coppery scent was too much for me to handle. I collapsed into a ball on the floor, the liquid dripping from my mouth slowly. "I ran away." I whispered.

I passed out thinking, My life is always gonna be fucked up.

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the nasty,

miss jackson