The Story Of Alexandria Lovato 1

Trying To Be Unbroken

Alex's POV:

True to their word, Demi and Selena started to help me recover. Demi sat on one side of me and Selena sat on the other side of me at dinner. Dad prayed and Demi got my food for me. We are having spaghetti.

Demi puts a large amount of spaghetti on my plate that I would never be able to eat, adding a lot of the sauce that had meatballs in it. She sets the plate in front of me and says, "At least eat three quarters of it."

I sigh, but I bring a spoonful up to my mouth. I can feel myself getting fatter. My demons scream at me inside my head, "Don't eat that! You will get even more fat! And you just want to be skinny and lose weight."

I take another small bite. I manage to eat almost half of the spaghetti before I ask to be excused from the table. Demi and Selena look at me disappointedly. I run upstairs and lock myself in my room before Demi and Selena get up there.

I go to the bathroom attached to my room and quickly purge my food up. When I'm done, I go back to my room and pull out my guitar. I play Who You Are by Jessie J. I sing along with it.

I hear Demi and Selena at the door trying to be quiet so they can hear me. I smile, because I like having audiences when I sing, and sing louder. When I'm done, I hear the lock opening. They must have found the key somewhere.

"That was beautiful! I didn't know you could sing like that!" Demi says.

Selena says, "Neither did I! Your voice is so pure and angelic and you are so good at the guitar!"

I smile and say, "Thank you!"

"Now we are going into the more serious things. Alex, why did you not eat three quarters of your meal?" Demi says.

Well, someone likes to get to the point fast. "I just physically couldn't do it." I say.

"Well if you have to go to rehab they'll make you eat all of your food, not some of it, no matter is you say you're full or not." Demi says.

"But I'm not going to rehab cause you guys are helping me." I say.

"Well, if you get any worse, than you are." Demi says.

"Just get out of my room, both of you. I have to do homework, and I have a lot of it." I say.

Demi and Selena leave my room. I get up and lock my door. About half an hour later, I hear yelling. I silently sneak out so I can hear what they're yelling about. It sounds like Demi.

"Mom, I don't want to take care of her anymore. I hate her. I don't want to spend time with her. Last night I caught Madison crying herself to sleep and when I asked her why, she said that she was jealous that I was spending time with Alex and not her. So I just want to spend time with Madison." Demi says.

I thought that bitch actually, genuinely cared for me. Well, I guess not. Maybe Selena will help me. Actually, maybe I don't want help at all.

"I know, I don't care about her either. I can't believe that I ever gave birth to her. I never wanted to have one fucked up daughter, and now I have two." Mom says.

"Excuse me? You just messed with the wrong woman. Don't you dare call me fucked up again, or I will move out." Demi says.

"Maybe I want you to move out!" Mom says.

"Maybe I will move out." Demi says.

"Great, then I will have only one fucked up daughter to deal with." Mom says.

"I told you not to say that ever! I'm moving out whether you like it or not." Demi yells.

Demi stomps up the stairs, and I sit on my bed numb and emotionless. I pack a bag and climb out the window. I run until I'm so exhausted I can't move my legs.

There is a park right across the street from where I am. I go over there and sit on the swing. I pull out my phone and turn it on. I have five messages from Mom, three from Demi, six from Madison, 10 from Selena, and 14 from Dallas. They all are just asking where I am, and to go home right now. The later messages get more frantic.

Just then, my phone rings. It's Selena. I answer the phone.

"Hello?" I say.

"Alex? Oh you are in so much trouble. Where are you?" Selena says.

"My family doesn't want me so I ran away." I say emotionlessly.

"What do you mean your family doesn't want you?" Selena says.

"Well I heard my mom and Demi arguing and they both said that they didn't want me, Demi said she hated me and wanted to stop acting like she cared about me. Mom said that it was a mistake that I was even born, and that I was fucked up." I say.

"Well, they care about you. They are doing all they can to find you." Selena says.

"No they don't. If they did, they wouldn't have made me run away. I'm never going back." I say.

"We'll find you. Just wait. Demi and I miss you. Make sure you eat." Selena says.

"I'll try. Now goodbye. I have to go." I say. I hang up the phone.

I know that I can't take care of myself on the streets. I'm only 14 so I can't get a job, or rent an apartment or a hotel room. I see an orphanage right across the street from the park and I decide to go in there and see if I can live there.

I wonder if they will take me in or not. Probably if I can come up with a good story. I can say that my family kicked me out and that I have nowhere to go. That sounds good. I think I'm a good enough actress to pull this off.

And I'll have to think up a fake name. Hmmm. Isabella. That sounds good. What about a last name? Morgan. Isabella Morgan. That sounds good. I go and knock on the door, and prepare myself for a new life.