Run Over (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 33

DEMI'S POV
Maddie will not talk. Since we left the hospital. I try to talk to her all the way home I have to get help for her. If I get help for her then I have to get help for Jordan. I can't leave Nick and Dallas with all this, mainly Dallas. Nick will be on tour with me most of the time. I pull Dallas and Nick into the living room. After Jordan leaves I take a breathe. "so, I - umm well shit this is hard." I say out loud.
"Demi, what? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Nick says alert.
"No! What? No! Maddie did."
"What?" Dallas says.
"I just took her to the hospital for twelve stitches"
"Why?" Dallas asks with tears in her eyes.
"I made her break up with that dude she was dating. He was older and bad for her. I think she has been depressed and hurt."
"What do we do?" Dallas asks.
"At this point I think we just keep an eye on her. I will call Jordan's therapist and have her start sessions with her. I also think that we need to sit Jordan and Maddie down. We need to tell them that since I'm going on tour and it's going to be mainly Dallas here, that they need to talk to her. They need to talk to each other. We need to ensure that they know that Nick and I will answer no matter what, and if they can't get better and things get worse treatment is in mind."
"Demi, they're too young." Dallas protest.
"Dallas! Maddie just had to get twelve! Fucking twelve stitches! I can't have either of my girls turning out like me."
"I'm going to talk to her."
"You can try."
Dallas goes up stairs. I look at Nick and he is processing. "Why?" Is what he says after hours.
"What?"
"What is wrong with this family of ours?"
"You mean my family." I snap
"That's not what I said. I just don't understand why this happening."
"Because the Lovatos are fucked in the head. It's how it is.. I never thought you would be the one to ask a question like that. I just... When we got married, I never thought you of all people would be the one to question me or my family."
"Demi, I-"
"No, shut up." I snap and begin to stomp away. Nick grabs my arm, "Get your fucking hands off of me."
"No. What the fuck Demi? You know I would never judge you. Don't you dare fucking accuse me of things."
"Let go of me. This is how it is. You are judging me." He shakes me slightly, I blink at him shocked. "Don't fucking do that."
"Demi listen to yourself. You sound crazy."
"Fuck you."
"No, we are not fighting right now. No, you are going to sit here and listen. We are going to work this out."
"Or what? You're going to hit me?"
"What? I have never even had that thought cross my mind. What is going on with you?"
"Let go of me."
"Forget it. Just go pout like you always do."
Just then the door opens, "I'm home! Corrbin and I will be in the dance room." Nick let's go of me and I go to the gym room.