DEMI'S P.O.V.
I decided to wake up early and make Annie breakfast. She had to be starving.
After being in the foster home, if she didn't even get to shower, I doubt she has had a decent meal.
Seeing how I'm not the best cook in the world, I decided on eggs and a fruit salad.
Simple yet delicious.
After finishing, I decided to go wake Annie up.
We had a long day today.
I walked in and smiled. She looked so innocent. I don't know why anyone would want to hurt her, to take away her innocence.
"Sweetie, it's time to wake up." I say softly as I go to rub her back.
As soon I touch her, she immediately jumps up screaming such a horrifying scream.
"Don't hurt me please, Im sorry!" She screamed, begging as tears were streaming down her face.
I didn't know what to do.
She was screaming, curled into a ball at the corner of her room.
I decided to call the only person I knew to call.
"Hello?" She asked very sleepily.
Ya I forgot its 6:00 in the morning...
"Mom I need you." I say quickly because I knew that's all I needed to say.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes.." She said, clearly worried.
I'm so glad I got a place in Texas close to my mom. We will be living soon for tour, but at least I have my mama for now.
My mom didn't know about Annie yet, no one did.
I mean this is just the second day, and I really hate this is how my mom's gonna meet her.
I try to make one last attempt to calm Annie down.
"Sweetie, please it's just Demi." I say softly, kneeling beside her.
She looked at me with her teary eyes, as if realizing that I wasn't who she thought I was.
"Demi?" She asked.
"Yes baby, its just Demi." I laugh in relief.
I slowly reach for her, and she gladly accepts.
I hold my baby girl in my arms.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask, holing her close. She quickly shakes her head in my chest.
"Ok baby. Just know that I will always be here when you want to talk." I kiss her.
After a while of holding her, she finally calmed down.
"Annie let's go downstairs. Someone's coming over right now to meet you." I smiled.
She looked terrified, but didn't argue or question it.
We walked downstairs, her keeping distance from me for some reason.
I decided not to question her right now, she's already had a rough morning.
It seemed like every time we had a close moment, she regretted it afterwards. I guess she's afraid of getting close to anyone.
"Come sit down and eat please." I say as I lay our food down at the table. I put down an extra plate just incase mom wanted some seeing how I woke her up at 6:00 in the morning.
I'm lucky she loves me.
Annie sat down, but only to just stare at her plate.
"You should really eat baby." I say.
She just shook her head.
"Please don't call me that." She said nearly crying.
ANNIE'S P.O.V.
The memories from my dream were still playing in my head. I guess you couldn't call it a dream, more of a flashback really.
John would always call me baby. And ever since then, I cringe at the name.
"I'm sorry Annie." She sighed. I feel like already I am a disappointment to her, a worthless screwup.
A knock at the door interrupted our awkward silence, causing me to shake because I didn't know who the fuck was behind that door.
"It's ok sweetie." Demi reassured me as she opened the door.
"Mama!" She yelled hugging a woman that stood there.
"Hey Demi. What's wrong baby?" She asked Demi as she walked inside. Just then her eyes fell on me, making me really self conscious.
"Oh Dems, who's this?" She asked.
"Mom this is Annie. I adopted her yesturday. Annie, this is my mom." Demi jumped in Joy?
"Demi can I talk to you for a moment please?" She asked as she left the room.
She probably hates me.
Everyone does.
The urge to cut right now, is overwhelming.
I decided to pick at the scabs on my wrists, causing pain and eventually bleeding.
It felt good after a while.
Luckily Demi gave me a long sleeve shirt so I can easily hide this.
DEMI'S P.O.V.
My mom and I went into my room, ad she shut the door behind us.
To be honest this felt all to familiar.
It feels like I'm in trouble again, just about to go over my moms knee.
I instantly laugh at my own thoughts, earning a look from mom.
"So when exactly were you going to tell me you adopted a damn child Demi?" She asked sternly.
Holy shit..
"When the time was right mom. She has had a horrible, horrible past." I say as I plop down beside my mom.
"The reason why I even called you was because she was screaming like crazy when I woke her up. I thought you could help." I'm nearly crying.
"Well Demi, if she's had a tough past, then her outbursts will be much harder and different to control than yours were." She hugs me. "Why exactly was she screaming?"
"She thought I was somebody else. Mom she was extremely abused, I think sexually as well. Mom sexually abuse wasn't in her file, which means this happened recently and she hasn't reported it." I am full on crying now.
"Demi baby, you need to take her to a doctor TODAY." She kissed before standing up.
"Alright. Now let me go meet my granddaughter." She laughed, making me smile.
We both walked into the kitchen, my mom sitting beside her.
I noticed she still didn't touch her food, which worried me.
'No Demi, don't go immediately to eating disorder. She could be fine.' I tried to convince myself.
I guess this is something I have to talk to her later about.
"Well aren't you a beautiful little girl." My mom smiles kindly, going to play with Annie's hair.
But of course, Annie immediate jumps away going to run.
"She won't hurt you." I whisper in her ear, stopping her.
"She is just like Demi. She will never hurt you." I say, and she nods going back to my mom.
I noticed that talking about myself in the third person helps when talking to Annie for some reason.
"I'm sorry." She apologizes to my mom.
"Oh sweetheart, it's ok. Never apologize to me about something you can't control." She said giving Annie a reassuring smile.
I couldn't help but smile too, because that's exactly what she said to me during my entire time of recovery.
"I have to go darlin. I have to get Maddie to school." She kissed me.
"Ok, love you Mama. Oh and please don't let this get out yet."
I say giving her kiss back.
"No problem sweetie. It was nice to meet you Annie." Mom smiled. She went to hug her but Annie flinched back.
I shut the door behind mom and immediately turned my attention to Annie.
"Eat." I say sternly.
"I'm not hungry." She mumbles. I could tell she was lying. It killed me because she might actually have an eating disorder.
"Annie." I say making her look at me.
"Don't touch me. I said I'm not hungry leave me alone!" She raised her voice, running upstairs.
I quickly ran after her.
ANNIE'S P.O.V.
I ran up to my bathroom, locking the door.
She hates me, I know she does.
Why would anyone want someone so beaten and broken. All I've done since I've been here is cause trouble, and I've barely been here two fucking days!
I grab my razor that I hid under the sink, slowly sliding it across my wrist.
"Ugly"
"Fat"
"Worthless"
With every word I said I angrily drug the sharp price of metal across my arms.
Covering my old one, with new ones.
"Annie, sweetie please open the door!" Demi beat on the door.
I could barely hear her through my crying, but I just continued to ignore her.
That was until I heard her cry, saying she was sorry.
I hurt her.
I hurt the only person that's showed a little bit of love towards me.
'You're just a worthless price of garbage Annie' They said. The voices I try to get rid of every day.
I shook them away and slowly opened the door to see Demi crying on my bed.
I pulled my sleeves down, and walked over to her.
As hard as it was for me to even think that somebody cared about me, I realized that Demi actually does.
I walked by her side and sat down.
"You can give me back. I understand." I sigh, going to my bag i brought from the care home.
And it was true. She has every right to give me back.
I have no purpose in life.
As I was packing my bags, I felt arms wrap around me. It scared me at first, but I knew who it was.
"Don't you ever think that." She whispered in my ear before leading me to her bedroom.
"Sit on the bed." She said not looking at me.
Ok she is definitely mad at me.
Is she going to hit me?
Damnit Annie way to go. You've done it again.
She came back with a first aid kit, setting it down on her nightstand.
She is going to hit me.
I closed my eyes and tensed my body, ready for the first hit.
I only opened them when I heard her laughing.
"What are you doing?" She laughed.
"I-I thought you were going to hit me. I made you mad." I say confused.
When I think she is going to hit me, she fucking laughs at me.
This woman is confusing to figure out.
"Sweetheart, I will never ever lay a hand on you." She said kindly, sitting beside me.
DEMI'S P.O.V.
She actually thought I would hit her. This broke my heart. Everyone in her life has always hurt her, that's all she knows.
"Annie look at me." I say in a softer tone.
She just kept looking at the floor, playing with her fingers.
"Annie you aren't in trouble, ok?"
She nods, finally looking at me.
"I know that you must think that everyone in this world is here to hurt you, but I promise you there are good people in this world Annie. I just want to give you a happy life." I say holding her hand.
"It's to late for that." She mumbles. I don't think she was planning me hearing that.
"Why is it to late?"
"Because they won't let me be happy." She cried.
I was confused at first but very quickly understood what she was talking about.
I slowly pull her up on my lap, she was tense of course.
"Annie I won't hurt you, you are ok." I say rubbing her back.
She immediately relaxed, resting her he's on my chest.
I knew what she was fighting.
She was fighting her inner demons...
The hardest battle to get through.
"Annie?" I ask playing with her hair.
"Ya?" She finally talked.
"Can I see your wrists please?" I could feel her crying. But she stayed how she was, not moving when I grabbed her arms.
I slowly pulled up her sleeves, shocked at what I saw.
"These are really deep Annie. You are way better than this." I say. Still hold her close, I grab the first aid kit I brought earlier. I knew what she did when she ran into that bathroom.
I just wish I had caught her.
You can't blame yourself Demi
I gently cleaned her cuts and wrapped them tightly.
"I'm sorry Demi." She continued to cry in my chest.
"Don't apologize for something you can't control." I whisper.
"I need to ask you something else." I say nervous. Hey might as well get this out now.
"Shoot." She said.
"Do you have trouble eating?" I just blurt out.
Real smooth Demi, real smooth..
I could feel her tense up, but soon relax.
She just nodded.
"Ok, that's ok. I want you to see a therapist." I say.
She jumps up, but I don't let her off my lap. She gave up, and started crying.
"I'm not crazy." She cried.
"I know baby, but it really does help to talk to someone."
"I don't want to go." She cried harder.
"Ok I tell you what, every night we will talk about how your feeling. how your day went. I will also be checking your wrists. The only way you get out if a therapist is if you talk to me instead" I say sternly.
"Fine." She snapped.
"But there's is one thing we have to do, that can wait 'till tomorrow."
"Ah what is it now." She gave attitude.
I feel like her and I will but heads a lot in the future.
"We have to go to the doctor today. Appointment is at noon." I say. I know this will be a fight, but I need to make sure this is ok.
"No please don't make me go Demi." She cried harder trying to get away.
"Sweetheart, I know what happened to you was bad. I need to make sure you are ok." I say calmly.
"Why do you even fucking care!" she screamed.
"Because whether you believe it or not, I love you! You deserve love Annie! You could murder someone for all I care and I would still love you as much as I do right now." I say lowering my voice now. I realized when I raise my voice I scare her.
"But why? You barely know me. Everyone says I'm worthless... that I should just die." She cried. To be honest I didn't know why.
"It's a indescribable love. All I know is the first day I met you, I immediately had love for you in my heart. And the cutting and eating are just obstacles that you need help getting through." I say.
"Promise you won't leave me at the doctors." She asked, not crying anymore.
"Promise." I kissed her.
"Annie can you tell me when he hurt you? I really need to know." I ask.
She took a deep breath before answering.
"The last time was last week. But he's done it before." She said softly.
"Ok, come on let's get ready" I say, carrying her to her room.
I will the sone of a bitch that hurt her.
There is a chance that she could be pregnant.
There's a chance that he hurt something.
But I will forever protect her.
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