Rita's POV
Hi I'm Rita ora I'm 18 years old I sometimes cut myself because my parents always argue,curse At each other, my dad hits my mom a lot me and my little sister Leslie watches him beat my mom I want to be a model I'm a fan of Demi Lovato she helps me drown out the shit around me and hearing the cries from my mom , anyway I saved up to get Demi Lovato tickets and vip meet and greet dressing room I moved here California from London
(Skip the backstory and shit let's get to the story)
I wake up in the morning today is the day I meet Demi Lovato in her dressing all the money in the world all the tears I gave her all the blood that I would give her couldn't pay back how much I owe her I walk to my closet I grab my razor blade and I cut about 6 times I look at all the blood dripping off I hear a knock
"Rita it's time for breakfast" my 12 year old sister says
Hearing the word breakfast makes me wanna throw up
"Alright Leslie I'm coming" I say in my strong British accent
I clean the blood off my arm and I put on a sling sleeve pajama shirt and I put on long pajama pants and I open my door and I walk downstairs
"Morning Rita" my mom says
"Morning" I say back
My mom places a pancake on my plate and I just stare at it trying to figure out how many calories this all equals
"Mom i had a big lunch at school yesterday" I say to my mom
"No you didn't you said you wasn't hungry yesterday" Leslie says
"Babygirl eat you are getting way to skinny I'm getting worried" my mom says
"Yeah like you give a shit" I say
"DON'T SPEAK TO YOUR MOM LIKE THAT" my dad yells
"Why you do" I ask rudely
He slaps me
"Fat Bitch" he says
He's right you know you are fat maybe you should cut
You slut you should die
Cut yourself you dumb bitch
Cut vertically you'll die for sure
I run upstairs and I lock my door and I pull out my iPhone 8plus and I text my best friend Lara
"Hey Lara can I come over so we can go to the demi concert so we can go to the concert together and you're mom can drop us off" I text her
"Ofc Baby ilysm" she texts back
"Okay" I text back
"My mom and I will pick you up wear something sexy to the concert" she texts
I read her last text and I smile
"Will do" I text back
I put my phone down and I grab my duffle bag and I put a crop top in there some shorts and some panties and some bras and I hear the horn honking I grab my phone and the tickets and the backstage tickets