Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

I wanted Max to come home. She had been gone for a couple of hours, and I was contemplating calling the police or not. She was my girl. I didn't mean to hurt her.

Somehow I mess up over and over,  but I still can't seem to let her go. I love her too much.

I was sitting, waiting for Axel and Gerard to come back with news. I tried her cell phone again. This time, it went directly to voicemail. I sighed and threw my phone on the couch, wanting to desperately break something.

The door opened and i whipped my head around, seeing Max. I rushed forward and held hr close to me. That is, until I pulled away for a very good reason.

"Max, why do you smell like weed?" I looked her in the eyes.

She glared at me, and walked up to her bathroom, running the water.

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As weekes went by, Max came home smelling like weed more and more often. I wanted to confront her, but I didn't want to lose her again.

I would need to get over my fears soon, because the more she smelled like drugs, the more she came home sore, and bruised.

Max's POV

I threw punches and kicked in an alley in the back of the city. I was coming here during nights to fight and get money to buy drugs with. More often than not, the drugs were being sold right in that alley.

I took a blow to the eye, and several to the mouth and stomach. Sure, it hurt now, but soon the hurt would be gone. Once I smoked a little, I could never feel anything. That's why I loved weed. I didn't feel anything when people neglected to listen, or when they thought they knew what was best for me. The weed took the hell out of my life.

"DON'T MOVE! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! EVERYONE DROP YOUR WEAPONS." A loud voice boomed over the crowd, and everything immediately stopped.

I stood up straight and wiped a trickled of blood from my nose. The cops had found our joint, now I needed a new place to find weed and to fight. I glared at the cops as they took all of us back in the squad cars. There were only ten of us tonight, and i knew the rest of the people would find a new place to go, and then we could seek them out.

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I rolled out my stiff shoulders as the cops took us into the station. They started questioning with me, since I'm the youngest.

"Name?"

"Maxima Indigo Urie."

"What's your guardian's cell phone number. We want them to get here as soon as possible.

" it's XXX-XXX-XXXX" I rolled my eyes as they had a short two minute conversation, and I knew Brendon was going to come over here in any minute.

"Why where you with those people?"

"I fight." Short answers were better.

"You smell like weed. Are you on drugs?"

"There are a lot of drugs sold there. I probably just accidentally bumped into someone who was holding drugs." I crossed my arms.

Brendon came into the room and started to reprimand me. "Maxima, I cannot believe you would do something like this. I adopted you because you were older and more responsible than all of the other children."

"Then send me back." I smirked.

Brendon looked me directly in the eyes. "At least I try, Maxima." He turned to the cop, and they started to work out details about what I would have to do.

I stayed completely silent, and once Brendon fell asleep at home, I snuck out with a small backpack.

I needed to get away from Brendon for a little while. Maybe for a couple of years or so.