*Extra long chapter, sorry*

Jordan's point of view

I couldn't sleep last night. I was up all night, not only because I was sore, but because I had too many worries and doubts about today. It was five am and I was up, looking for an outfit to wear.

Chris was asleep on my bed peacefully since he was tired after yesterday and because my bed is just that comfortable. His mum called us and told us to just let him live here if he doesn't want to come home and honestly, I could tell the guys were actually thinking about it. I heard them talking about it before, I even heard the word 'adopt' come up.

I grabbed one of the flannels Taylor had left here and a pair of black skinny jeans. I quickly changed into it and then pulled a pair of black socks on, along with my black heeled combat boots.

I went to my bathroom and then washed my face. I brushed out my hair and then put on a red snapback so it matches the flannel. I put my piercings in and then sighed.

I was praying Taylor was okay and wasn't hurt. I was hoping to see him perfectly okay and unharmed. I think I would die if I saw him all cut and bruised.

I heard creaks and I turned the bathroom light off as I grabbed my deodorant. I put the bottle up my shirt and quickly sprayed some before I closed it and then put it back. "It's five am, what are you doing up?" I heard Chris's sleepy voice ask.

"Just go back to sleep Chrissy," I told him and I heard him hum. I grabbed my phone and then turned it on. I squinted my eyes at the brightness and then turned it all the way down after I unlocked it.

I saw I had a few calls from Timothy and I sighed. I sent him a text that I was busy with Chris so I didn't see the calls and to call me when he waked up. I knew he wouldn't see those right now, but it's better just leaving it as if I didn't know about his calls.

I walked out of m bathroom and went down to the living room. My legs were indeed sore, along with my arms, but I was fighting it. I took a seat on the couch and went on Twitter, retweeting the people on my timeline and following people who were fans of the guys.

'Big day today...' I tweeted and then exited the app. I heard creaking floorboards and I looked around. I stood up and then began to make my way upstairs backwards since I was afraid.

I ran up to my room after turning all of the lights off and sat down on my desk chair. Chris's soft snores filled the room and I looked outside. I heard a knock on my door and I froze.

The guys never knock on my door now.

I panicked and then ran to my closet. I quietly made my way to the back and hid myself behind all of the clothes and knee-high shoes. I heard the door open and then the light flicked on.

"Where is she?" I heard a familiar voice. I calmed down slightly and slowly made my way out of the closet. I looked and saw that it was Ashton. "What are you doing in the closet?"

"I was scared. You guys never really knock on my door." I told him as I stood up. I dusted myself off and then fixed my hair. "Um, what do you need?" I asked him.

"I was supposed to wake you up, we're doing this at seven. He wanted to do this at seven." He told me and I nodded. "We're meeting at a um abandoned factory nearby." He informed me. "He said just us two, the guys can't come with us and neither can Chris or Timothy."

"Oh..."

"Sorry princess, they have to just wait and hope this all goes as planned." He told me and I nodded. "Also, I was told I have to act as if I don't want you with me anymore, but we both know I do want you here." He said and I chuckled.

"I know Ash," I said and I heard Chris groan that we were being too loud. "You're being too loud." I shot back and he flipped me off as he turned and cuddled into my body pillow.

"I need to talk to you." He said as he grabbed my hand. I nodded and then he pulled me out of the room. He closed the door and walked me away from the room.

"You know..." he said as he walked us down stairs. "Christian's parents called me yesterday while I was working." He told me and I nodded. "They said some pretty bad things and some really unnecessary things about Christian."

"Where is this heading Ash?

"And they told us they didn't care about him and if he wanted to stay with us until he is old enough to get his own place, he can. They also told me, and I quote, 'he's a fag and if you're okay with having him in you're household fucking adopt him'." He added on and I nodded, unsure where this was heading still.

"I'm still confused."

"Well, we may not have the best timing, but, me and the guys were actually thinking about that, the whole adoption statement." He told me. "Do you think I should?" He asked me and I looked at him shocked

"You're serious?"

"Dead."

"Wow." I said and looked around. "I-I have to think about it." I said honestly. "Have you talked to him about this? Have you told him what they said and you're actually thinking about it? Wouldn't this be a little too much on your schedule? Two kids of the same age?" I asked and his words from days before rung in my head.

I'm twenty years old and am a fucking rockstar. Do you honestly think I'd want a kid now?

"Would you even have time to adopt another kid? Do you really want to do this or do you just feel bad for him? Are you going to be better than his actual parents?" I rambled and he covered my mouth with his hands.

"Of course I'd be better, never would I treat him like this or talk about him as if he was an abomination. Of course I want to do this, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't. I just wanted your say aswell, should I or should I not?" He repeated and I bit on my bottom lip.

"I haven't asked him yet, but I will tomorrow or the day after. It all depends on if you think I should or shouldn't. If I do end up adopting him, you'll be related by law." He told me and I played with my hair.

"Let me think on this, this isn't just some five second decision. This needs to be thought out." I told him and he nodded. "Now, it's almost six thirty, you need to get dressed so we're not late. We cannot screw this up." I told him and he nodded.

"I'll be down in five."

-

I sat in the car, chewing on my bottom lip. I could see police officers on the sides of the building and they all looked at our car. "Just know I don't mean any of these things princess, I love you." Ashton said and I nodded as he kissed my cheek.

We got out of the car and Ashton made sure to slam it a little harder than necessary. He pushed me in front of him and I bit my bottom lip. "Jesus christ, walk faster, you're slower than my fucking wifi." He said annoyed and I stiffled a laugh.

I heard a laugh from the inside of the warehouse and I smiled. Taylor. That was his laugh. I know his laugh. "Glorious camparasion Ash, I applaud you!" He yelled and I let out a small chuckle with Ashton. "Wait... Ashton!?"

He pushed me a little harder as we walked into the building and I saw Taylor standing by our old teacher's side. "Why are you wearing my flannel? What the hell? You have like twenty but you decide to dirty mine?" He said with a smile and I laughed. "Why the fuck are you even here?"

"Shut the fuck up, god, you're laugh is so annoying." Ashton said and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. God did he lave long fingers. "You too boy, god, you talk too much."

"Hey, that's my little baby doll you just called annoying. Do you want me to chop your baby dick off Mr. Irwin? I will." Taylor said and I heard Ashton scoff. "Get your crusty sausage fingers off of my baby, I'll rip out all of your greasy hair."

"Just give me that damn boy. His parents are worried and I'm so fucking glad I can get them off my back now." Ashton said and I got a good look at Taylor as he was pushed over to us.

"After days of you fucking man handling me, I'm finally free of your damn burrito fingers." Taylor said and dusted himself off. "Oh, and she's not coming with you. She's coming with me." Taylor said as he grabbed my hand.

Ashton ripped us two apart and I glared at him. "She's going to him god dammit. Just get your ass in the car. She'll be fine, if not, who gives a fuck?"

"Oh hell no, you did not just, fuck you." Taylor said and actually kicked Ashton right in the family jewels. "Your coming with me." He said and grabbed my hand as Ashton fell to the floor.

"Fuck! My dick!"

"She's mine now boy." The man said and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. I cried out in pain as he yanked me towards him with a tight grip on my wrist. I fell on the floor and then was yanked up again, making my arm when more sore.

I looked at the entrance as I heard guns locking and I gasped as I was pressed against Mr. Kings's chest. Police flooded the room as Taylor looked around confused and Ashton stood up slowly.

"What the hell?" Mr. Kings asked and I froze as something was pressed agaisnt the side of my head. I didn't dare look because I knew what it was. The clicking and the cold metal was enough for me to figure it out.

"Fucking hell Ashton, great going! Now my best friend is in even more danger!" Taylor yelled as he looked at me. "Just take me back, fuck, leave her alone."

"Sir, put the gun down and let the girl go."

"This is my baby girl," he said and I gulped. "This is my daughter, why would I let her go with some stranger who clearly doesn't know how to play his cards right?"

"You're not my father." I said as tears sprung to my eyes. "By blood yes, but in my heart you're dead to me." I told him and he pressed the gun harder against the side of my head.

Please don't pull it. Please don't pull it. Please don't pull it. Please. Don't. Pull. It.

"It brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it." He told me and the officers told him again to drop the gun and let me go. "Shoot me and I'll shoot her." He said.

"You are out numbered sir. Put down the gun and let the young girl go." The police officer that was at Taylor's house spoke up. The gun moved away from my head and then suddenly, the police man was looking down at his chest.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Help me. Help me.

He fell to his knees and I squeezed my eyes shut. "God dammit I knew this was a bad idea. Fuck. My baby." Ashton said loudly and I sniffled. "I'm so sorry. Jordan, I'm sorry I shouldn't have agreed to this."

"Call back-up!"

"Let me go." I said as I wiggled around. "I don't-I don't want you. Leave me alone." I said and looked down at the floor.

"Come with me sweetie, we're going home."

"Home is where my family are." I said as I fought against his grip again. "You're not family. My family is made up of five immature adults, a gay couple, and a flirt." I said, my arms too sore to pull against his grip.

"I'm your father-"

"My dad has a last name of Irwin, and a first name of Ashton." I told him. "You're not my dad. You're not my father. All you are is a painful memory."

I looked down and noticed he only had his arm around me, he was holding me back, there was no grip. It was like when Christian did this to me in the pool. If I just let myself give out, I could slip out of this just like I did before.

I took a deep breath and then allowed my legs to give out. I slipped out from under his grip, which made my large shirt go up quite a bit, and then I kicked his leg. He swore and fell on to the floor, the gun leaving his hand.

I ran after it but he grabbed my ankle. I kicked his hand as I usually do when someone grabs my ankle and pushed myself up to grab the gun.

It felt so strange when it was finally in my hands. So foreign. I was holding it so tight, I swear, it must have molded to fit my hands. I needed two hands to hold it and I could tell there were still bullets in it.

Mr. Kings stood up and I could see my hands shaking as I held a gun. I was scared, no, I was terrified. I couldn't move. The look he was giving me had me frozen in place.

I looked at him and he walked forward. "I'll-I'll shoot." I said as I saw more officers come through the back door. Why aren't they cuffing him while he's unarmed? Why aren't they getting him while he's surrounded and preoccupied? Why don't they shoot him? Why won't they shock him?

Why aren't they doing their job of protecting the innocent?

I backed up careful not to trip on anything. "Stop walking towards me, I'll shoot, I swear to god I will." I said, not seeing a pipe behind me.

"Do it."

I tripped and out of instinct, my hands tightened on whatever I was holding. A bang filled the room and I screamed so loud, I thought I messed my throat up. I threw the gun away from me as I saw the bullet wound in his chest and then scurried away.

Mr. Kings fell to his knees and I felt arms wrap around me. I pushed the person away and if heard Ashton's voice. "No. No. No. I-I didn't mean to, I didn't-"

"Shh-"

"I killed him. I-I fucking killed him. Ashton I killed him!" I yelled and he held me tighter. "Oh my god, I'm going to jail. I killed someone. I'm going jail for killing someone."

"You're not going to jail princess, I promise. You're not going to jail. No one here is going to jail." He told me as I cried into his shirt. "Jordan, please baby calm down."

"I just killed a man and you want me to calm down? Calm fucking down?" I yelled and he sighed. "I can't calm down!"

"Then simmer down woman!" Taylor said and I sniffled. His terrible pun didn't even make me smile. "You're not going to jail because it was self defense. We learned this in class remember? Calum even told us while we watched a movie. You don't go to jail if it was self defense JJ. Besides, you're underage, you can't go told jail if you're underage. I don't think you can. Can you? I don't know, don't make me think, my brain is fucked right now."

"We need to speak to the young lady and young man please." I heard a sharp, stern voice say. Ashton told me to calm down and that the officer needed to talk to me.

I nodded and tried to steady my breathing and another officer pulled Ashton away from me. Taylor led me to the officer and I had to fight the urge to look at Mr. Kings' body.

"I hope you know what you did was not wrong and you are not going to jail sweetheart." The officer told me as I wiped my eyes. "I promise you, you're not in trouble for pulling that trigger. All I need to know is some information on this guy. Obviously you and this young man know who he is, especially before this all happened."

"He was our homeroom teacher and um I guess Jordan's biological father." He said and I nodded, unable to speak. "I also assume this man was a little bit crazy in the head because when I was with him he always attempting to do some kind of sexual activity with me."

"Did he hurt you in anyway?"

"A few punches to the stomach or slaps to the face or bum. He also pushed me quite a bit and verbally harass me." Taylor said and I wrapped my arms around his upper body. He hugged me back and I buried my head in his chest.

"And you?" The officer asked me and I gulped. "We need to know because it seems to have a past with this man."

"Jordan, babe, he can't hurt you if he's not breathing. Just tell him. Please." Taylor aaid and I sniffled. I looked at the officer and cleared my throat.

"It um started when I was around six..."