A love like war (Pierce the veil adopt fan fic)

Please help me!

A/N; I present to you....the kitchen!lol I kept my promise here's a Katey POV

Katey POV

I can't believe this, the second we get adopted its the second my sisters real parents wanna get her/kidnap her. I am currently locked up in my room thinking about the way she reacted and what if they do get her, will we ever get Her back? When will we know that their gonna get her? Will it be in public? Will we be able to notice? I can't stop thinking these 'what if's' and that's what kept me up that night.

I turn to look at the clock; 12:45 it read. I came up here like 3 hours ago and what if's were the things that kept me company this entire time. I tossed around in my bed for the millionth time so far and closed my eyes

I stayed like that for a good 15 minutes before I groaned stomping out of bed, I silently walked down the steps and into the kitchen. I flicked the lights on walking over to the fridge, I grabbed a cold water bottle opening it drinking Giant gulps of it "so I'm not the one only thats up" jaime said coming out of nowhere scaring the shit out of me. I stared at him wide eyed before relaxing, why do they love to sneak up on me the most?

"I guess not, sorry did I wake you up?" I ask feeling guilty "no I was up anyway, I can't sleep not after what happened today with dani" jaime said sitting on one of the stools "yea, same here" I say sighing sitting in front of him "I can't even bare the thought of loosing her, she's my sister, she's the only one I have besides you guys and she's always been there for me during the entire 6 months we were at that adoption center" I say trying my hardest not to cry "yea, I know how you feel right now, even though it's barely been a day I see her like a daughter and a sister" Jaime said looking down at the counter

"But you don't have to worry about that, you both are with us forever no matter what, we'll protect you, we'll save you from anything, and most importantly we'll always be there for you both" Jaime said holding his warm hands in my cold ones. I looked up at him and smiled, I sniffled before realizing he's right. I sighed taking deep breaths trying to calm myself down

"Everything's gonna be perfectly fine darling" Jaime reassured, I nodded getting off of the stool, I went over to Jaime were he accepted me with open arms. We hugged before I pulled apart "try and get some rest" Jaime said cupping my face in his hands. I nodded as he kissed my forehead "g'night" I said walking up the stairs "g'night sweetheart" Jaime said

I walked into my bedroom and got back in bed, that little pep talk helped a whole lot. I was finally able to sleep

*Next day*

I woke up refreshed but a little worried at the same time, I got out of bed and showered choosing a shirt that said the word love on it with some jeans, I put on a matching bracelet and necklace to complete the outfit. I take the towel off of my head and pull my hair into a pony tail.

It's been a really long time since I've checked my Facebook and Instagram, so I whipped out my phone while walking down stairs. Since when did I get a bunch of followers and why are so many people posting hate comments about me? I frowned sitting down on a kitchen stool with Vic in front of me "hey, heard you had a rough night" Vic said looking at me "yea but I got some sleep" i reassured going through all of my news feed "why am I getting so much hate by your fans?" I ask frustratedly "oh, you noticed" Vic said kinda worried "yea I did, why do they hate me?" I ask wiping away some tears I'm just realizing escaped

"Hey don't worry, ignore them their just jealous" Vic reassured holding my hand in his squeezing it a bit "I don't get it though, what did I do to them? Half of them are telling me to get lost and go kill myself while the other half are happy for me and congratulate me" I say pulling my hair while crying. I'm so confused! What did I do to them? Why are they so mad at me? "Don't stress about it sweetie, they don't know shit just ignore them okay?" Vic says cupping my face in his hands