Adopted By Dove Cameron And Ryan McCartan

Chapter 8

Ryan's P. O. V.
When we get back to the hotel, I start packing our bags for the flight back home tomorrow morning. I look over and see Dove with Peyton in her arms, both fast asleep. We've had a long day, and they both need rest.

I go into the bathroom so I don't wake the girls, and call P's ex-guardian, Ms. Brown. I asked her if she knew that P had bulimia. What she told me next would never, ever, ever, leave my brain.

"When Peyton began in my class she was really thin, and every day complained about how bad her throat and stomach hurt. So I kept her after school one day and asked her why she was always so sick. She told me that when she was at home her parents would make her eat things, and then make her puke it back up," she told me as tears dropped from my eyes, and anger rushed through my veins, "That's why she would come home with me sometimes. So she could actually eat. But when her parents found out that she had been eating, they beat her and made her swollow horrid things then make her throw it up." I tell her I can't take anymore,  thank her, and hang up.

How in hell could a parent get away with this kind of bullshit?! And why would anyone want to hurt my baby girl? I was so mad that I left the room and went to the exercise room.

Luckily there was a punching bag. It was 11 pm so I was the only one there. I punched and worked so hard that my hands had started to bleed. I went back to the room and saw that Dove was up, and in the bathroom. I look down at my phone and see I have 12 missed calls and 17 texts, all from Dove.

Dove's P. O. V.
I woke up and saw that Ryan was nowhere to be found. I called him and texted him a couple times before I began to freak out. I was about to call the police, until I heard our door close.

I ran over to Ryan and jumped on him, while wrapping my legs around his waist. We kissed for a solid minute. Then I got down and slapped him.

"Ow! What was that for?!" She says as I shush him and drag him into the bathroom.

"Um dude? What the hell? I've been trying to get ahold of you for 2 hours! I was about to call the cops!" I whisper-yelled.

"I'm sorry OK! I was just mad so at 11 I went down to the gym and punched for a little!" He whispered back. But all of a sudden I look at the back of his hands, covered in blood.

"Ryan!" I whisper-yelled again, "what were you thinking? Why were you so angry?"

He told me what Ms. Brown had told him over the phone. By the time he was done we were sitting on the floor, me in his lap, bawling my eyes out. I just couldn't believe these f***ing monsters would do this to our daughter!

Eventually I fell asleep in his lap on the bathroom floor and that's where we slept for the rest of the night.

I woke up in the morning still in Ryan's lap. But when I look down I also see Peyton fast asleep on my lap with the blanket she has from the 1st day we met her. I kiss Ryan awake and he looks down a laughs. I hand him Peyton and he gets up and lies her down back in our bed. And we start to pack everything else and get ready for our flight. It leaves at 10 am and it's 6:30 am right now.

Peyton's P. O. V.
I woke up in the middle of the night and almost had a panic attack. But then I see Dove and Ryan asleep on flier in the bathroom. I climb out of bed, take my blanket and fall asleep in my new mommy's lap.

When I woke up later I saw my mom and dad getting ready and packing up all our clothes so we can go back to their home in a little bit.

My mom helps me get dressed and we hope in the car and drive to the airport. I've never been on a plane before so I'm kinda nervous. We eat breakfast at the airport before we get on the plane.

But I don't like eating. My old parents beat me up and made me puke all the time. So eating just makes me think of that. And I want to forget all about my old parents.

My mommy and daddy try to get me to eat at least a little bit of yogurt, but I tell them my tummy hurts and that I can't eat anything. They tell me I need to eat but then, a bunch of people with big, flashy, camera's surrounded us and took a lot of pictures of us.

I didn't know what to do so I jumped into my mom's arms. I began to cry and breathing becomes hard. I am freaking out as my mom picks me up and my dad pushes people out of the way. We had to run away really fast because we had to go and find our airplane, and get away from the camera people