Run Over (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 8

JORDAN'S POV
"WHAT!" I ask hyperventilate.
"I'm sorry, it's just I want you to be safe and you are a dau-" she whispers.
Nick cuts her off, "What she's trying to say is that even though it's been a week almost two that you are the closest thing we have to a daughter, foster or anything, and we love you as if you were our own."
"Um, okay I-I don-don't know what to say." I stutter.
"Don't say anything." Demi says with a smile.
"Where's this Jay guy live?" Nick asks breaking the awkward silence.
"6394 newton lane, it's about 35 minutes from here."
We drive in silence, with the exception of the radio. I open my twitter and see I have 5 DMs all from Paige.
"I hate you, you stupid whore. Kill yourself."
"Die! No one loves you!"
"I hate you, u r so stupid I can't believe u made it past 6th grade. I hate you."
"Everyone hates you. I wish you would have died instead of your parents. You fucking retard. You should just kill yourself, you don't deserve to live."
I read them all seven time. Yes, I know I'm stupid. I had to go to special classes in grade school. I had a stutter. I'm dyslexic and have ADHD. But, why does she have to be so mean? I have done nothing to her. I keep thinking and reading them over and over until my phone is snatched from my hands. "Hey!" I holler.
"Who is Paige?" Demi asks.
"No one."
"Jordan?"
"We're here," I look out the window and see Anna's bike in the driveway, "Fucking whore." I whisper to myself.
"What? Who?"
"No one. Never mind. Just give me fifteen minutes, and I'll be back."
I grab the five trash bags that were on the porch and put them in the trunk. I walk inside and I can hear them going at it on the couch. I go upstair into the hall closest and pull out my stash of cash. I go into his room and get my backpack. Put a bottle of Fireball Whiskey, Jack Daniels, vodka, his favorite pipe, his weed and cigarettes. Then I go through the living room past the couch as they are having sex. I go to the garage and grab a metal bucket and the gas tank, and my longboards. Then taeke my stuff to the car put my longboards in the trunk.
"You ready?" Demi asks starting the car.
"No, give me five minutes."
I grab my bat then, close the trunk. I first set the bucket next to his car and pour the Whiskey, Jack Daniels, and vodka into the bucket, then I snap all the cigarettes in half and toss them and the weed in. I throw is pipe at his car and watch it shatter. Then I get my butterfly knife and stab the bike tires, his car tires and then drag the knife across the driver side. I take my bat and smash the windshield and back window. Then I pulled out my lighter and lit one of the cigarettes and flicked it into the bucket.

DEMI'S POV.
Nick and I sit in the car and we watch.
"What is she doing?" I ask Nick.
"I have no clue. Are those cigarettes?" He asks.
"I don't know. I don't have my contacts in."
"Woah, what was that?" I ask watching her. "Holy shit!" I whisper.
"Should I stop her?" Nick asks in shock as we stare.
"No." I tell him.as she smashes the back window. Then she pulls out a lighter and light a cigarette and flickes it into the buck and it explodes inflames.
Then she climbs into the back seat and stares out the window. "Jordan?" Nick asks.
"Huh"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry you had to see that."
"What was that about?" I ask.
"Motherfucker, will never cheat again, at least not on me. He was fucking that stupid bitch Anna. Bitch is gonna learn to never fuck with me." She says with a smirk.
"Okay then." I whispers, I really had nothing to say.
"Nick, you ready to practice?"
"Yeah."
"Okay so my friend Colby is gonna meet us there. She will kinda freak out meeting you guys, but I'll keep her under control."
"Okay, let's go then." I say and drive to the field.