Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

I had to start running from the police today. They almost brought me back to Brendon. That was the last thing I wanted. I was perfectly fine living by myself, my entire income from fights. I didn't need anyone, and nobody needed me. I should have done this before I got adopted. Then I wouldn't have to worry about being chased by the police.

Brendon's POV

I wanted my Maxie back. I Missed her more than the world. Every time my phone rang I jumped up, hoping to hear from her, or at least from the authorities. I wanted to know that my baby was okay. I needed her to be safe in my arms, like the first day she came home.

Gerard's POV

I missed Max. She wouldn't answer my calls, she wouldn't text, and I felt so lonely without her. I had no one to act like a child with, and no one to do stupid stunts with. I could only imagine what everyone else was feeling.

I'd rather know if she were dead than be left in the dark about whether or not she was safe.

Axel's POV

I never got to tell Max that I loved her. I went out everyday just to try and find her, but deep down inside, I knew she was not coming back. I should have tried to stop her when she ran on her birthday.

I wanted more than anything to scoop her up, and kiss her on the nose, spin her in a circle and ask her to marry me. We were both young, but I loved her more than words could describe.

Pete's POV

Maxima was gone. Some days, I wanted to punch something, and blame Brendon for not listening, even though I knew he tried his best. Other days, I wanted to cry and make someone hug me tight. Other days, I was indifferent, just saying, "Okay, she's gone. You cant do anything about it, so why care?" I wanted to start cutting again, but I didn't because I knew that would just make it worse.

Patrick's POV

If Max could hear me right now, I would tell her how much everyone missed her. I would keep her next to me all the time, so she could never break our hearts again. In my mind, she listened and came back, but when I woke up, I knew it was too good to be true. But I kept thinking, "if you wish enough it will happen."

Mikey's POV

Gerard was spiking downhill because of Max leaving, and so was I. The house seemed dark, and cold. Gerard was upset, so I was too. Max was gone, I the good side of me was too. For a couple of days Alcohol was my only friend. Then, I knew nothing could fix this. I hired a detective to try and find her.

There were no results. Max could hide exceptionally well. It was like a game of hide-and-go-seek.

Max's POV

I would only be gone until I was stable enough to go back. It would only be a couple of years.

Until I turned 18 and got arrested.

Until I had two more years in jail.

Until I went back for another two years.

Until I went to rehab for a year.

Until I realized everyone must have forgotten about me.

Until I decided it was the right thing to do.

Until a couple weeks of travel passed.