Fallen Star (BOTDF Adopted Me?)

Finally Home, Childless, and in Debt.

My two months finally came to an end. The day the nurse or psychiatrist came into my room to tell me that I'm completely clean and ready to go home, I immediately jumped up and grabbed all of my stuff. Believe it or not, it took me 15 minutes to get packed and ready to go. I'm just so excited to go home and see my dads and my son again... I know it's only been two months, but it feels like it's been a life time. Now, i'm grateful to my dads and everyone who decided to send me here, i've never felt better.
As I walked down to the lobby, I stopped on the stair way and crossed my heart as I muttered a promise to myself and my family. I promise to be there and take care of Camden, I promise to be there for my dads whenever they need me, I promise to be there for my dad and I's fans, and I promise to be there for myself when I need help or motivation. Once I finished my promise, I took in a deep breath and continued into the lobby. When I walked in, I immediately noticed my dads crazy hair colors and outfits. Giggling softly, I quickly made my way over to them, only to notice them looking sad and gloomy. I tilted my head and hugged both of them.
"What's wrong? Who died?" I joked, hoping it would lift their spirits, but it failed miserably.
"Ashley.... We need to talk... We'll tell you everything in the car.." Dad (Dahvie) said, taking a hold of my arm.
I slowly nodded and followed them out to the car. When we were half way across the parking lot I realized that they didn't have Cam. I blinked and turned to dad (Jayy).
"Where's Camden dad....? Did you leave him at home with a baby-sitter or something?"
Both of them kept quiet and dad (Dahvie) opened the car door, allowing me to climb in, before he got up front in the drivers seat. I looked at both of them then to the empty baby seat next to me, I clutched my fist and growled softly.
"Where is he?? Why are you guys so sad???" I asked, very angry.
"He's gone Ashley OK!?" Dad (Jayy) spat at me.
I jumped and looked at him. "Wh-What...." G-Gone...?"
"The CPS found out about you going to rehab and they came and took him from us.... We did everything we could to get him back, we honestly did... We went to the foster home and even court... But by the time we found out which foster home he was in... Someone already adopted him..." He muttered softly.
"NO! They can't do that! Don't they have to consult with the mother first?? Where is he now???" I cried, tears falling.
"Ashley.... Baby-girl... We're so sorry... We really are..." Dad (Dahvie) said.
I didn't even hear what he said, I was staring out the window, thinking about him and what will become of my life now... I promised myself I would protect him.... Now what? He isn't here, how will I know if he's OK or not? Whether he's hungry, tired, sad, or happy... If he's gone forever, i'll never see him open his eyes, take his first steps, or hear him say his first words... I bit my lip and closed my eyes and softly wept the entire ride home. Once we were in the drive-way, I quickly jumped out of the car and took my stuff to my bedroom...
And that's where my stuff and myself stayed. I didn't come out for anything. Not to eat, play music, or talk to my dads. They would come by every few hours and check up on me, but they couldn't get into my room, thank goodness... I barely spoke when my dads came by, and I barely ate... I think I went about a week without eating anything, but I still stayed hydrated... But after a while, I would nibble on something small to keep myself from dying from starvation. I'm happy that I still have my will to live, maybe there's a little bit of hope left for me?

-A few days later-

"Ashley... You have some mail." Dad (Jayy) said from the other side of the door.
"OK.." I muttered as he slipped the envelopes under neath my door. I looked over and picked them up then quickly organized them.
Post cards and fan-mail went to one pile, junk went to another, and everything else was organized. But one thing caught my eye, a bright yellow envelope was hidden at the bottom of the pile of mail. I blinked and opened it to see a bill from the mental ward... My eyes widened as I looked over everything.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me!!!" I exclaimed/screamed.
And with that, both my dads came running up to my door and knocked. "Ashley!! Are you OK?? What's wrong??"
I sighed and slid the envelope underneath my door to them. I waited a second, then both of them exploded. Each shouting profanities at the little piece of paper and kicking the walls.
"How could you owe $50,000 to a mental institution???!!!" Dad (Jayy) shouted angrily.
"For treatment, food, medication, etc." Dad (Dahvie) said softly.
"I'll pay for it..." I said.. "There's nothing else for me to do..."
"Are you sure? You know we could pay it off." Dad (Dahvie) said through the door.
I nodded to myself and sighed. "I got it... Don't worry."
With that, my dads muttered to each other for a while before slipping the paper back over to me. I picked it up and read over it again and again, making sure they didn't mess up anything... Sadly, they got everything correct. I sighed softly and laid on my back and stared up at my bedroom ceiling. First I get addicted to drugs and kill one of my two sons, then I get put into rehab and lose my other son without anyone telling me, and now i'm deeply in debt to the mental ward.... Perfect, just perfect.... Remember that thing I said about having a little bit of hope left for me? All that hope is gone now... And I don't think it'll come back...