Fallen Star (BOTDF Adopted Me?)

From Rehab to Mental Asylum

I sighed slightly as I walked with Jayy up to the entrance of the rehabilitation center. The place was huge, and it looked kind of peaceful and clean. Nothing like what they show in movies or TV shows. We stopped just outside the doors and Jayy turned to me.
"We'll call you every week OK... Tell us how you're doing and we'll tell you how everything is going at the house." He said as he hugged me tightly. I nodded and hugged him back.
"Listen, Dahvie and I love you very much... We're doing this for your safety and Camden's safety.. We'll see you once you're completely clean. We love you." He kissed my forehead.
"I love you guys too... See you, sometime." I said quietly as I stepped through the front doors.
As soon as I stepped in, I instantly thought I was in a hospital. The nice clean smell, white walls, and white/black tiled floors, well, this really IS a hospital but then again it kinda isn't one. It's not like it mattered anyway. I sighed softly and went up to the front desk, the lady sitting behind the desk looked pretty plump, and she was completely caked in make up. She looked like an old, wrinkly clown. I shuttered softly and looked at her.
"Hello dear, how may I help you?" She asked in a sweet, slightly country accent.
"Um... Ashley Von Vanity... I'm here for rehabilitation." I said softly.
She nodded and started typing on her computer, searching for my name and probably the exact reason why I was here. There was complete silence for a few minutes then the lady turned to me, she had a slightly confused expression on her face. I tilted my head and looked at the computer screen.
"What...? Is something wrong...?" I asked.
"You're under 18 honey-bun... You have to go to a mental asylum for all of this."
I furrowed my brow in frustration. You've got to me kidding me, I honestly have to be 18 just to go to REHAB?? I mean, I know i'm a minor, but seriously... This makes no sense what-so-ever! I sighed softly and cursed under my breath before telling the lady to find the closest mental asylum and check me into it. She nodded and went back to her computer.
"The closest one is a few blocks from here... Good walking distance."
I nodded and thanked her then left once I got the correct directions.

-A Few Weeks Later-

I sat around in our weekly circle meet. This is the 4th one I've been to, so i've pretty much been here for a month now. I kinda feel empty on the inside, like I can't feel anything at all. I feel tired and restless, but then again, I haven't had any drugs or anything in a while... I'm guessing this is how it feels when the addiction starts to go away. I sighed and rubbed my eyes as my friend, my only friend, came up and sat down beside me.
She had neon green and black hair and blue eyes, but today she wore her red cat-eyed contact lenses. She sat in the seat next to me and both of us looked at the doctor/nurse/whatever he is. He started explaining to us that we had now gone one full month without taking any drugs or anything. He also told us that we might be feeling down and tired and that everything would get better in the following month(s). I sighed softly and looked at him. He looked around and smiled softly.
"So, for all of our newest friends... Let's introduce ourselves and tell our stories OK." He suggested.
Everyone mumbled in slight agreement and we went around the circle. It didn't take long til it finally got down to my friend and I.
"Candy, you're turn hun." The doc said smiling.
She nodded and stood up. She was silent for a second then spoke. "Um.. I'm a runaway who ran with the wrong crowd.... I did some very bad drugs and I lost my daughter to DHS because they found out everything somehow. Then I was sent here.... I'm 17, but i'll be 18 very soon.... Also, my addiction is finally wearing down, once I get out of here i'm going to get my daughter back... That's for sure." She finished, sighing softly.
The doctor smiled and nodded then turned to me. "Ashley?''
I nodded and stood up. "My story is similar to Candy's... But I was raped by my abusive boyfriend and I did drugs while I was pregnant... But I didn't really know I was pregnant until it was to late.. I lost my first son, and my other son is kinda sick... I was sent here so I wouldn't harm myself or my son..."
Everyone nodded a little and I sat back down. A few hours went by with talking, and lectures, then finally at 6:40 P.M we were all sent back to our rooms for the night.

**Jayy P.O.V**

I was sitting in the kitchen, walking around with Cam held tightly in my arms. He had finally fallen asleep, but every time I stop moving, he fidgets and starts to cry. I sighed softly and looked up as I heard a knock at the door. Dahvie came down the stairs quickly and opened the door.
"Yes?" He asked, looking at the man and woman, each in business suites.
"David Torres? Jeremy Griffs?" The man asked, looking at both of us.
"Um, yes. Can we help you?"
As they spoke, I walked up to the door and stood behind Dahvie. The man and woman walked into our house and looked straight at Camden.
"The baby... It's her's isn't it?" The woman asked rudely.
"Um yes he is... But we've been taking care of him while she was away getting cleaned up."
"We know. But you technically aren't the legal guardians and no one in the CPS thinks it's a smart idea for YOU two to be watching a child... There's no telling what could happen." She continued, glaring at Dahvie.
He clenched his jaw and looked her in the eye. "Look, do you honestly think we'd do anything to hurt children? We love our fans to death, and most of them are 9-18 year old's! Also, we'd put our lives on the line for this little guys here." He said, calming down slightly.
"Sorry, we don't want to take any chances or make any trouble. The baby will be but into foster care until further notice. Now, she can come and get him back once she's completely clean and if the baby hasn't been adopted."
"Just sign here... Or we'll call the authorities."
Dahvie and I looked at each other then each took pens and signed the papers, tears rimming our eyes. Once we finished, the lady reached out and took Camden from my arms. He stirred and wailed loudly, the lady growled in disgust and quickly grabbed his pacifier then shoved it into his mouth and held it there. He struggled against her as she walked out with him. I growled and started to go after her, but Dahvie held me back. I sighed and watched as the door closed completely. The house was now completely empty, except for Dahvie and I... We just had our grandson forcibly taken from us... Now.. How are we going to explain it to Ashley... She's going to be heart-broken....