Stars ||| ADOPTED BY SHANE DAWSON BOOK 2

Falling for you

I've lost it. My hair is ruined, my dignity is gone, and the worst of all, Charles did it all. Sometimes I think of leaving the house, but I can't just go. I have a child on the way, Charles child. I'll have to at least wait until the baby is born to make the decision.

I can't. I love Charles too much, even if he's hurting me, I love him. I can't deny that. Maybe if I try to be the wife he wants, everything will go back to normal. It has too.

"Momma..?" I look up from my gaze at my ugly hair in the mirror to see Nicole. She's holding her curious George monkey in her arms, and staring at me with tears in her eyes.

I struggle to get up. My neck hurts from Charles yanking the hair from my scalp.

"Yes, sweetie, what's wrong?"

Do I hear myself? All around me, this house, the people living here is the problem. Still, I need to stay strong for this little one, and the child yet to come.

Nicole starts to softly cry and I emediatley embrace her in a hug. "Your hair! Did Daddy do that?"

I shake my head, picking the uneven strands on my head and playfully styling it. "I did it, don't you like it?"A single tear falls down my cheek, my smile faulters.

"Well, it's really ugly...s-sorry."

"None taken." I give my daughter another hug, more tears rushing down my face. "Hey, what do you say we go make milkshakes downstairs? Your father wants some alone time."

The seven year old nods excitedly, but then glances at our bedroom door. Her gaze returns to my scalp. "You're bleeding..and crying.."

"I know." I bonk Nicole on the nose making her giggle. I pick her up and fly her through the air before setting her down. "Now how about that milkshake?"

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Raven:

I jump through my brother's window, avoiding the first floor to avoid my crazy mother. She has the windows covered with outdated newspapers.

Rehearsals today was tiring. We're doing king Lear and I'm fully dedicated to the play. Which means, I have less time to hangout with Chris.

At rehearsals, Mr. Margo told me that my hair doesn't fit the character of (blank) and that I sound like a third grader reading its first magic
treehouse book. This only adding to my very low mood of zero, the only thing that can cheer me up right now is Chris.

"Hey." I say as I fall to the floor of my brother's room. He doesn't acknowledge my presence, focused on his sketches at his desk. "What are you drawing?"

"Designs."

"For Tanner?" He nods. My brother is an artist and when his friend tanner can't think of any tattoo ideas to do on people for cheap, he calls Issac. "Well, let me know when he is free, cause I'm thinking of getting another one."

All I need is a smoke right now

"How was rehearsals?" Issac asks as I reach from under his mattress to get the weed.

"Exhausting, holy shit." To this he chuckles, sets his pin down and gives me a look. "What?"

"Don't fucking take my shit I worked hard for, dumbass." Issac snatches the bag of weed from my hands, making me pout. "You're fifteen and still doing this shit? It's not good for you, and neither is getting tattoos from a Highschool dropout that does them for cheap. No more of this shit, Mel, or I'm telling uncle Dan."

I shove him out of my face and storm out the room. "It's my fucking life."

"So when you die-"

I slam his door, cutting him off from his sentence. I ran out of my supply of weed last Saturday and am in dire need of a new supply.

I decide to call Chris, only to have it go straight to voicemail. Fucking voicemail. I need to at least talk to someone. I try again, voicemail. Something has to be wrong..

What if she..

No, she's in such a happy place right now. I guess I'll just visit her to see what's up. Just as I'm about to head out, I get a notification from instagram.

A picture of my girlfriend and another girl hugging in front of a sunset pops up on my screen. Wait, the ginger looks familiar...oh my god. It's the bitch that tormented me in middle school, Taylor.

My stomach drops at the caption, I'm falling for you 🍁 🎃🖤

That bitch. A single tear falls down my cheek, then another and another and another. How could she do this to me? What does, I'm falling for you, Even mean? And how in the hell is Taylor and Chris still friends after what happened last year?

Stop I'm overreacting.

I should be happy Chris is making new friends. Friends that don't all have a penis, is very different for her, but I guess I should be happy. But why would she ignore my calls?

It's nothing, stop acting like a pussy.

"Melanie! Hurry downstairs, they are coming for us!" I wipe the tears away quickly, and hurry down the stairs to aid my mother. She's looking through the peephole of the front door.

Why can't Issac deal with her right now?

I guide my mother to the couch and start my regular ritual of calming her down, "What did you see? Did you take your medicine? Everything is going to be okay, do you need anything? Water? Don't worry about dinner, I'll order post mates, you need to rest."

And just like that, my mother's wild brown eyes calm just a little down. Her favorite show is on the tv, and she's slowly falling asleep.

I text Uncle Dan about the episode. He'll take it to my mother's counselor the state gave her due to a recent violent act based on another one of her episodes

If only Dad was here too take care of her..he was so good to her. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch my mother slowly drift into sleep.

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A/N: Boring? I'm excited to get this story on the rollercoaster of drama, emotional breakdowns, and mysteries. hehe😏😏

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