***Becca's POV***
I woke up to a quiet house. I turned over to see that Demi was no longer laying next to me. Last night's memories started to flood back into my head. Just thinking about it put a smile on my face. Everything was starting to go back to normal. Demi and I were finally on good terms again. School was over for the summer and I wouldn't have to worry about Aydyn ever again. Well hopefully. I got out of my bed tripping on my journal which was now lying on the floor. The journal reminded me of my past. Everything I've been through. I have to admit it has been a very challenging last few months. I couldn't help but stare at the journal. Something was drawing me to it. I picked it up searching through it trying to find whatever it was I was looking for. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I wanted to just put it down and move on, but I couldn't. I just physically could not put it down. I started to vigorously go through every single page of that book. It was like I was a detective looking for evidence of a mystery I didn't know I was solving. I was starting to get frustrated. My anxiety levels were about to go through the roof. I could feel sweat slowly trickling down my now red face. I had looked through half of the book and I still didn't know what I was looking for. I was starting to get mad at myself. A sense of pain and hatred suddenly hit me. I needed relief. A relief from my thoughts. I couldn't think of what to do. My mind started to trail off. Thinking of how I could relieve myself. Then my gaze fell to the bathroom door. I remembered a time when I was broken. A time when I couldn't take it anymore. I was almost able to feel relief, but Dallas stopped me. I knew I was stronger now. But was I really? I didn't want to do what I was about to do but I couldn't stop myself. My mind was in such a fuzz that I didn't even shut the door. I tried to restrain my self, but it was no use. There was no way I could stop the urge. It was taking over my body. I slowly reached into the shower grabbing my rasor and smashing it. It was a good thing no one was home because somebody woud of heard it. I looked at the tiny, shiny object in my hands. Who knew such a tiny thing could have so much control over you. I just sat there, weaping, on the bathroom floor staring at the foreign object. I heard a gasp and looked up. I saw a shocked Demi standing above me holding a tray. I tried my hardest not to make eye contact with her. She gently set the tray on the counter and very carefully removed the object from my possession. She then proceeded to throw it out. She quietly sat next me. Gently taking my hands in hers while rubbing the back of mine with her thumb. We sat there for awhile in eachothers presence. I have to admit it was nice. It almost completely calmed me down. Demi started to play with my hair and every once in awhile kissed my cheek. She then gently searched my arms for scars. She sighed of relief when she noticed I didn't have any. A little while later she pulled me onto her lap and held me. She continued to kiss almost every part of my face, except my lips. Then she grabbed my wrists and kissed them as well. I started to cry because I was so overwhelmed with the amount of love she was showing me.
"Why are you crying baby girl?" She whispered into my ear.
"I-I'm just overwhelmed by how much you love me." I whispered back leaning onto her shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's nice. I missed this. A lot." A small smile crept onto my lips as I kissed her cheek.
"No. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain to the point where you thought of hurting yourself. I don't want you to think that you need to do that. You are so amazing baby. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me." Demi's face dropped. I followed her gaze to her wrists. I knew what she was thinking. My heart started to ache. I didn't like seeing her like that. I lifted her chin up so that she was looking into my eyes.
"It's not that I don't deserve you. Demi, I have the pleasure of having you as my big sister. I was lucky enough to be born into the family that I was. I am so extremely lucky to have an amazing older sister that cares so much about me and loves me to the point of tears. If anything we deserve eachother." I watched as her frown turned into a smile.
"I like that. We deserve eachother. You're amazing you know that? I love you more than words can say."
"And I love you even more." I smiled.
"Not possible" We both chuckled.
We both got up and walked back to my room. We sat on the bed silently until she pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. I looked at it gently tearing it open. My eyes started to gaze at the paper in my hands. They started to tremble as my eyes started to well up with tears. I was even more overwhelmed than before if that was even possible. It read...
Dear Baby Girl, ..............................
A/N: Cliffhanger!!! Hahahaha Sorry lol. Sorry for not updating in like a gazillion years but this past week has been SO crazy. BTW I am so overwelmed by how much you guys are enjoying this story. It really means the world to me! You guys are amazing!
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