Fourteen Bites Back

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I woke up to Dad and Selena mumbling things to each other over Starbucks coffee cups. Should I be calling her "Mom" now? I have a Mom. And I got to choose her. Things are starting to look up for me. "Oh," Her brown orbs blinked as they met my blue eyes. "Roxie, you're up." She smiled warmly. "How'er you feeling, Rox?" Dad sipped on his coffee. "Tired. Excited to go home, but mainly tired." I rolled my shoulders to crack them into place while I sat up. "I'm excited to get you out of here too." He came over and kissed my head. "We need to talk about how you want to handle school." He added. "I can have a tutor come by a couple times a week to homeschool you and-" "Dad," I cut him off. "Can we save this for later?" I asked. The last thing I wanted to deal with was school. "I think what your Dad is trying to say is that you've gotta get back into your normal life." Selena chimed in as she moved over to the bed. "Exactly." He commented. "I'm sure that there are things about school that you like." She noted. "There were, but then they turned on me." I frowned. "Roxie, that's not what I meant." The dame shook her head. "I think you need to find new friends. Dad was telling me about your friend True. How are things going with her?" She asked. "I haven't seen her in a couple days. Not since Dad punched Jake in the face." I noted with a shrug. "She's cool." I added. "I'm hungry. Can we get breakfast when we leave?" I felt like a five year old. "Yeah, sure." Dad replied. "We can stop at the diner." Selena proposed. "Wait- What about the paparrazzi?" My father pointed out. "Do you think you'll be okay, Roxie?" He looked at me. I inhaled sharply and thought about the possible media-mobbing at the diner. I'll be protected by Dad and Selena and the worst thing that could happen is that I'll get overwhelmed and start panicking. Like I mentioned before, Dad and Selena will protect me. "I'll be okay." I nodded. "I know you guys will have my back." I added. "I've got you, Roxie. I promise." Selena presented her pinky to me and I hooked mine onto it. I smiled at my new mother-figure with hope in my eyes. This is my Mom. "C'mon now, you need to shower and get dressed before we go." She patted my arm lightly. "I don't have any clothes to change into." I noted. "I brought you an outfit when I got coffee." Dad mentioned smoothly and handed me my clean clothes. "Now go get ready." He repeated Selena's words as I got out of bed and moved into the bathroom and shut the door.

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Dad opened the car door for me as we stepped out to the diner. I was two and a half miles away from the hospital and I already felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Selena took my hand and squeezed it gently as people began to trail behind us. My famed father lead the way to the front door of the restaurant while cameras went off in my direction. "Roxie!" Suddenly my name became everyone's favorite word. It was like a flavour they couldn't get enough of. Everyone around us started to run up to us with their phones for pictures. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs. I couldn't breathe. Oh Holy Fuck. "Are you alright?" The brunette asked me lowly, for she noticed my changed demeanor. "Get me inside." I whispered back to her. The Latina's arms then encased me as we rushed inside while Dad held the door. My parents then gave me a protective group hug once we were inside. "We've got you, Roxie Mae." My father's voice broke through my want to curl into myself and hide. "You're safe now. We've got you." He cooed again. "Let's get a table." My maternal figure rubbed my back. "Let's get a table, so you can eat and go home and just relax. How's that sound?" She suggested. I nodded. "Take a deep breath, Rox. You're alright." Dad commented. I inhaled and exhaled repeatedly. "Table for three, please." He requested to the hostess. We followed her over to a back booth and sat down. She handed us our menus and walked away. Shortly after she disappeared, the manager gave us his full attention. I think his name was Steve or something like that. All I wanted was orange juice and a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My body was craving sugar. I ordered and was presented with a frown. "I'm sorry, we don't have that cereal. We do have French toast with a cinnamon glazing." Steve replied. "That'll do, I guess." I shrugged. I guess I just wanted cinnamon to settle my sweet-tooth. Selena had ordered two pancakes and a cup of coffee and Dad ordered himself a veggie omlette with fruit and coffee too. The manager walked away with our orders as a few people looked on at us. "People are staring at me." I mumbled to my parents. "Don't pay any attention to them, Rox." My famed father noted. "They're probably staring at Selena and me." He added. "It's been how long since we've last been publically seen together?" Selena asked. "Sixteen years or so?" Dad inquired. "Wow." I blinked. "And our last actual date was at some restaurant. I think it was a group date." My Mom cooled. "With Taylor and Calvin and Demi and Wilmer and Joe and Gigi." Dad listed. "It was awkward. Demi and I were not talking." The Latina narrowed her eyes. "Aunt Demi always said you guys were best friends. What happened?" I knitted my brows at her. "We drifted apart and then rumours of me snorting Coke with my ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber surfaced amidst all of that and Demi ended things over twitter." She entaled. "With a subtweet." My father shook his head. "I was so embarrassed." The brunette shook her head. "And we hadn't seen each other in such a long time, so it's not like we were gonna stay friends forever." She added. "Then your Dad wanted to reconnect after Olivia left him. That was a whirlwind." She blushed. "How did that start?" I asked.

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