Stars ||| ADOPTED BY SHANE DAWSON BOOK 2

Fragile

Raven:

I wasn't allowed to go in the house. My brother finished his hours and left early for work, and I had to sit in the front of the shop. I guess he was afraid of me loosing my mind again. He had several people check on me every half hour- shit was annoying as fuck.

He doesnt trust me alone anymore, and i can see how this overprotective behavior was seen in my dad when my mother was first going into the stages of insanity. My nightmares only get worse when my mental health declines, so is it possible that im slowly getting less happier? I have everything i need and want, a loving girlfriend, my brother, a good mental health- besides my uncle kicking me out of the house becuase i like pussy.

I feel my eyes flutter close...but i dont want to sleep. I'll get nightmares. A light tap on my shoulder saves me. I wake up to see my brother, his eyes watery, and him taring at me in a stare of urgency.

"W-What.." I'm still in the car, but at Chris's house.

"You're gonna stay here, while i get things sorted out-"

"So you're gonna stay at the house? You're gonna leave me? What about staying together?" A glint of fear in me, makes my stomach drop. We've always been together, and now Issac wants to break apart?"You know what, I dont fucking care."

"You're shits in the back..I love you."

I flip Issac off, and grab my suitcase in the back. Great, Im going to go knocking on my girlfriend's door like a needy bitch. Who wants that? Issac's car pulls out of the driveway, i feel a single tear fall down my cheek. Great, Im crying like a little bitch.

There's yelling. Perfect timing with my luck. I suddenly feel a since of unwelcome in this home. Not from the people, but just from the crummy timing. I let my knuckle drop from begening to knock on the wooden door, and turn my back to it. My longboard that i left at the place sits by the door, waiting to be picked up. I hop on it and ride away from the house.

I'll find someplace else...they dont want me here.

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Chris:

My dad decided to put me in some stupid makeup, knowing very well that i cant stand that shit. Morgan always said that i was beautiful without makeup, and that i didnt need it. So, the only makeup that i let myself wear is chapstick and maybe, MAYBE, some mascara if i feel like it.

"DONE!" I open my eyes and haredly recognize myself in the mirror. Holy shit, this is amazing.

"Dad, how'd you do it? Thats crazy!"

"You see that..." Shane points to the mirror with a riddiculous smile on his face." Thats what Success looks like."

I laugh loudly, causing my dad to smile widely. He makes me change into some of my fancier clothes, and does a photoshoot with me. Let me say...Andrew takes better pictures then him. Andrew usually takes some of my pictures for instagram, but nonetheless, my dad gets some good ones. I post them on my instagram, getting a couple hundred likes within the first ten minutes.

"Now get this off of me, before I get acne-"

My phone interrupts me. I immediately pick up the call, since I haven't heard from Raven. She said she'd call me when she's sober.

"Yep, what's good?" I say, my dad handing me a makeup wipe to wipe off all this makeup off my face.

There's a moment of silence, then, " C-Can you pick me up?? Please..."

I glance at my dad. I had put the phone on speaker so I could get my makeup off easier. This scared me..I could here the shake was, and tiredness in her voice. I've never seen Raven vulnerable, shes always been the tough one.

"P-please...I..I um.. need somewhere to stay-"

"Hey, it's Shane. I'll be there in ten. Where are you, sweetie?" My dad interjects next from speaking, and Raven tells him where she's at..a park? Why is she at a park this early in the morning? "Okay, I'll come get you. Don't worry. Stay where you are."

"Okay..erm, thanks.."

Shane gets up from the his seat next to me, eager to leave. I stare at him, was he not going to take me, his own daughter?

"Ehm!" I clean my throat, causing my dad to stop in his tracks. "I'm going- "

"No you aren't. Your sister is coming soon to take you to the house."

I groan. "Fine, leave."

My dad hurries out of the room in a brisk pace. I stay at the vanity scrubbing the makeup off my face. Raven is probably high right now and doesn't know where the hell she is. I wish she would just lay-off the drugs for once.

Sure enough, I get a text from my sister saying that she's almost here. My stomach drops at the thought of returning to the house. I like to shove my past away from me, and forget it, but I know this needs to be done.

Two soft hands grip my shoulders, lightly. I freeze, and then rememeber who it is..mommy. Mom didn't have to say it, but I knew what she wants me to do. She wants me to go to the house. She wants me to remember my past no matter how traumatic it was to me.

A single tear falls from my face. Fuck. I miss her. Her Diary is upstairs in my room. Sometimes I like to read it when I miss her. I head upstairs.

January 15th, 2005

I'm slowly dying.. I can't take this anymore. I long for my family to be together again..there's no hope for it now, it's falling into pieces. So fragile.

What did I do wrong? I've been failed as a mother...and I've failed as a wife to the husband who doesn't love me anymore.

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A/N: shit! What happened to Raven?? Is she just a lost cause? Idk man, vote to see what happens nexttt.