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

Chapter 63

Brandie's pov 

Jorel took me to his hotel room, where I now sat with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. 

J sat next to me and handed me a warm cup of coffee whispering, "Okay tell me the story from the beginning." 

I nodded and took a shakey breath before starting, "My dad left me in at the door step to an orphanage in the middle of a snow storm. It was the only way my mother wouldn't know. She's a druggie, and she was abusive. She beat my dad and me since I was 3 weeks old. So my dad did what he needed too. On weekends he took me to his cabin in the woods. He was a record label producer. So there was always rock stars there and they were like my family. Me and my dad were close as could be, but he couldn't take me home. I wouldn't be safe there. And forever I was the oldest kid in the orphanage. Everyone older then me always got adopted. I was treated like shit since I was the little rebel. I was the one that refused to be a robot and follow orders. I was hit around a bit. Not enough so my dad would notice. The day before my 12th birthday we got into a car crash. We were driving up to the cabin, and he wanted to mess with me. He ummm took his hand off th-he w-wheel. And-d umm a drunk-k driver crashed into-o us-s." I paused as the memory flooded my head. 

-------------------Brandie's flash back------------------

I laughed as my dad smiled at me, 

"So my Brandie Candy's gonna be a teenager next year. I mean you're already a diva now! I mean with you becoming one of the best musicians and singers I've ever heard! Meeting all those famous singers and them giving you tips I mean damn! You're better then Beyonce! And the bass playing! And violin and paino! And the guitar and the drums! Every thing! And you're getting boobs! My little girl is growing up!" 

My face turned beat red as I shoved my dad saying, "Dad! Shut up! And I've had boobs!" 

He laughed and took his hands off the wheel. I squealed before yelling, "Dad! Stop it! Drive responsibly!" 

Again he laughed before finally chuckling, "Brandie Candy we'll be fine!" I noticed a blue truck swerving towards us and I pointed to it yelling, 

"Dad they're gonna hit us!" 

My dad grabbed the wheel and tried to swerve out of the way but it was too late. The truck hit us and we flew off the road. My screams peircing through the air as I tried to reach for my dad. He just sat there slumped over the steering wheel; blood and shattered glass surrounding him. 

The car rolled so it was upside down before stopped. I managed to break my window and climb out. I raced over to the other side of the car and smashed my dad's window. I managed to get him out and I laid him on the side of the road in the grass. Multiple cars starting to pull over. My dad wasn't moving. At all. I buried my face in his chest sobbing, 

"Daddy wake up! Daddy I need you don't leave me!" 

Multiple hands pulled at my arms, but I pulled out of their grips and clung to my cooling unmoving dad. The only person that ever loved me was laying in my arms dead. Sirens filled the air as they got closer, and blood dripped into my eyes. Within a few minutes I found myself fading into the world of black. Pain leaving my body. 

----End of Brandie's flash back----

I sat there sobbing and Jorel whispered, "It's okay Brandie. I'll drive you to the dorms. You don't have to tell me everything now. I nodded and he hugged me whispering, 

"I know you've come from a bad place. And I know you've cut recently. Please don't do it again." I nodded and he showed me his scarred wrists continuing, 

"Don't make the same mistake I did." 

I pulled him into another hug saying, "You never made a mistake Jorel. If you have then screw that. Look at where you are. You had bands and people keeping you alive, and now you're one of those bands keeping kids like me alive. And I can't promise I'll stop but I'll try. But if I ever hear or see you with a fresh scar I'll cut twice as many times, twice as deep."