Why me? (Demi Lovato Adoption Story)

Chapter 30

Demis POV :

After what happened with Taylor yesterday, I realized that it may be the best thing for her, if she went to treatment.

I mean, she isn't getting better.

At least I don't think she is.

"Mom?" I heard a raspy voice say

I looked over and seen Jess' big tired hazel eyes looking at me.

"Hey, babygirl. How'd you sleep?" I asked walking over to her

"Fine. But my back really hurts. You know, from sleeping in a hospital chair all night." She chuckled lightly

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said

She stood up and cracked her back, neck and knuckles.

"I know it feels good to crack everything, but not your knuckles. You're going to get arthritis when you're older." I said

She smiled

"That's what Miles used to tell me." She said looking down

"Who?" I asked

She looked up at me.

"What? Nobody." She said quickly

"Jess, who's Miles?" I asked

"Nobody." She said coldly

"Well then." I mumbled

Taylors POV :

I woke up to the smell of bacon.

I quickly brushed my teeth and did what I had to do in the bathroom.

I slowly got out of bed and opened my door.

I followed the smell all the way down to the kitchen.

"Good morning." I said

"Morning Chicka." Wilmer said

I walked to the fridge and took out the jug of orange juice.

I grabbed a cup and sat at the island.

I poured my glass of orange juice and took a big gulp.

I spit it out as soon as it touched my tongue.

"What?" Wilmer asked startled

"I just brushed my teeth, and then drank a bunch of orange juice." I said

He laughed.

"You idiot!" He said laughing

I pouted

"Hey, that's not funny!" I whined

"Right, sorry." He said focusing back on the bacon

I went to the living room and grabbed my phone.

I looked and seen a bunch of texts and missed calls from Camila.

And then there was the one stray call from Demi.

I decided to read Camilas text messages.

"Baby I'm sorry."

"I know I fucked up, and  I'm sorry."

"If you're going to hate me for the rest of your life, at least tell me that you're okay."

I didn't bother reading the rest.

I texted one simple message back.

"Look Camila, you're right. You did fuck up. Big time. But you also need to understand that I have had trust issues almost my entire life. I actually thought that I could trust you. You were my rock. My everything. But I guess I wasn't the same to you."