I'm Adopted: Vengeance Edition.

*Jackie's POV*

Black suit jacket, pencil skirt that made it almost impossible to walk. My hair was pinned back in a bun so tight I thought of selling the idea for facelifts. My nylons were adomant about itching against my legs, and my high heels were the only thing I had a say in. My makeup was dark, black eyeliner, black mascara, and red lipstick.

My hand gripped Matt's arm tightly as the lawer handed me a piece of paper.

"What is this?" I asked as my eyes blankly scanned it over.

"It's just asking if you want to press charges against Alex Corant." He handed me a pen "You sign if you do, then we take this all to court."

"I got all dressed up to press charged against a man who took his own life infront of tons of people?" I asked "Who didn't exactly... ok, he hurt me, fuck yeah he did, but I wasn't in serious danger." I slid the paper back across his desk "I'll come back down when you have something serious to talk about. Like, maybe if I get something from this other than humiliating the family of a dead man."

"Jaclyn," Matt held my arm "You can't let this just go-"

"He killed himself, Matt. You saw it, I saw it, who didn't see it was the question. I think he put himself through enough, and he can rest in peace now." I stood up "Really, I may be a bitch sometimes, but I won't do that to a family."

"He has no family." My lawer piped up "If that... changes your mind."

I couldn't help but laugh "This is seriously fucked up, you guys. Is there a paper that says I'm pissed at what he did, but won't press charges against him?" I asked. Mr. Hanks, my lawer, slid a paper over "You've got to be joking." I laughed and read it over. It was pretty much I'm extremely angered over the events that have happened, but do not wish to press charges against my capturer. I grabbed a pen and signed it "Can we go now?"

"Yes, you may. But the police may stop over and questoin you-"

"What's there to question? He's dead. It's not like they can do anything about it now." I stood up once again "I have a daughter to go home and see, if you don't mind. I haven't seen her in days."

"You may leave." Mr. Hanks smiled and went back to paper work. Matt reluctantly stood up and followed me out the door.

Truth be told, I hadn't seen Maddy since this was all over, which was only three days ago. I had legal things to do, I was detained in the fucking hospital for the entire time being examined for the bites on my body, and any other health problems.

"I can't believe you dropped it like that." Matt sighed as we got into the car "I mean, I wouldn't want the family to go through anything else, but... WE had to go through Hell while you were in there. We were ripping our hair out-"

I leaned over and pressed my lips against Matt's, letting my hair down with my free hand. I pulled back and he stared at me. I smiled gently and unbuttoned the top of my jacket, revealing the purple lace tank top underneath.

"Stop it, I'm alive. I'm healthy, we can go back to living now." I placed my hand on his as he started driving "Get me home so I can take these damn nylons off, they're itching like... fuck it." I growled as Matt snickered, and began shedding my shoes, then nylons. I tossed them in the back of the SUV and sighed "Freedom!"

"In more ways than one." Matt placed his hand in my lap until I took his hand and rested them on the center console "I'm so fucking happy you're alright, you know that right?" He glanced over at me.

"For sure, Matt." I smiled and caressed his knuckles with my thumb. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of him down there freaking out.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I just... how bad were you freaking out? I mean I can just imagine." I laughed as he rolled his eyes "I'm so happy to go see Maddy..."

"I'm happy too, she's missed you... you can tell. She's always bitching no matter who's holding her. It's that I want mom cry, too." He paused when he noticed my eyes welling up "Oh babe," He whispered.

"I missed her so much... I thought, for like the entire time I was in there, that I was probably never going to see her again.. I think it's karma." I paused as Matt looked at me after parking in my driveway "For not letting you see her when you were drunk. I was getting it back, not being able to see her... it almost made me go crazy."

"It's fine and... I'm going to go to rehab for my.. uh... problem." He paused and looked at the steering wheel "I think it'd be a good idea."

"I do too, Matt. I do too." I climbed over the console and onto his lap, causing him to laugh. He moved the seat back and let me straddle his waist with my feet kicked backwards "I missed you." I whispered.

"I missed you too, babe. Never go to therapy again." He laughed and kissed my neck. I arched to his body and met every curve of him. I let his hands hold my secure on my hips and kissed his lips gently "I don't want you to ever leave again."

"I don't plan on it." I laughed and sat back, letting him move up to hold me against his body. I melted into his arms until someone began banging on the window. I looked out and saw Brian, Mich, Zack, and Jimmy all arguing. I laughed and opened the door, kicking it with my foor.

"WOW! Ok, bye!" Zack closed his eyes.

"We aren't doing anything." I laughed and climbed out, fixing my skirt as a group of arms engulfed me in a hug.

"WE'RE SO HAPPY YOU'RE ALRIGHT!" Everyone screaming in unison. I laughed a little and squirmed from the hug.

"I'm glad to be alright." I laughed and looked aroun, Mich was crying, and I could tell Zack was on the verge. So was Brian, but I know he wouldn't admit it. Jimmy? He was full out bawling. "Jeesh, Jimmy. I'm alive, not dead." I giggled and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around him and sqeezing tight. He squeezed back and rocked me back and forth. He pulled away and looked down.

"Don't EVER listen to these idiots again! You are fine, you aren't crazy, and you will never go to a specialist ever again!" He held my face in his hands and stared me in the eyes "Capiche?" He asked.

"Capiche." I giggled and felt someone pull me backwards.

I growled and turned to Matt as he smirked "HAVE WE NOT TALKED ABOUT THE RAGDOLL THING?!?!?!?" I asked and pushed his chest as everyone laughed "No tugging the hips! I AM NOT A RAGDOLL!" I shouted and groaned "Where's my baby? I'm having DT's." I grabbed my head as if it were about to explode and followed a gabbing Mich into the house. God, I loved the crazy-normal time span here...