A Broken Angel [Demi Lovato]

Chapter 3

Marrisa's Point Of View:

I was shocked, my mouth literally fell open. "But how is that possible?" I asked confused.

"Another thing you don't know. I was pregnant at the age 14, I couldn't get a child it was just way to early. I ehm I gave birth to her when I was 15 and I gave her up for adoption. I never saw how she looked. I was afraid when I would see her face, I wasn't going to be able to give her away. Only mom and Patrick now that I was pregnant. We told everyone we went on a trip and we left Maddie at Selena's house for a while." She said, tears forming in her eyes.

"Who is the ehm father?" "Pat-trick, my f-father." Demi said sobbing.

My God, I couldn't believe what she just told me. I gave her a big hug. "Everything's going to be fine, I promise." I kissed her head. "I promise." I repeated.

"It's not gonna be fine. She probably hates me, I would hate me too. Mar, I slapped her." she said trying to hold back tears.

"I need to tell her, she deserves to know the truth I've kept it a secret for over 3 months now. I found out about it a few days after Skyler's birth. I guess my way to try to deal with it, was shutting Melanie out. I didn't thought of how she must fell the entire time I was ignoring her."

"Look, what you did was bad yes I admit it but you can't remind yourself everyday of that. You just need to make it up to her, spend time with her. And when you get into a fight, don't ask her to leave. Who knew what would happen if she didn't come to my house? And please Demi do not hit her ever again, if she tells me you did she will live with me for a while, understand?"

She nodded. "Thanks, Rissa." she smiled. "You're welcome, that's what best friends are for. Now go talk to your babygirl." She nodded and stood up.

Melanie's Point Of View:

I woke up and Demi was laying next to me. "Wha-what are you doing here?" I stuttered.

"I need to tell you something." I was a little bit afraid because when someone hit me it brings back up memories of the past. My dad did way more then only hit me, what if Demi becomes like that.

I gave her a look that she could talk. "You know, your parents aren't your real parents." I gave her a death glare.

"Don't fucking talk about my parents! My mom is dead. My dad doesn't exist for me, he is a jerk!" I yelled. I always hated when people talked about my parents. I do miss my mom a lot, and I always wished for a better dad.

"Babygirl, it-" I cut her off. "Oh so now I'm your babygirl? Because you need to make it up to me for the slap! I think you have a lot more to apologize for and I won't forgive so soon. You promised me Demi you would always be here for me. Where were you the last 3 months, huh!? You're not my mother, and you never will be! I hate you!"

I felt a sting on my check, she just hit me again. "Twice, in one day. Good job, 'mom'." I left the room and ran downstairs.

I sat on the couch, almost crying. My mom hit me 2 times today. She must really hate me,but that's okay everyone does. A few minutes later Marissa walked in hand in hand with her boyfriend. She saw me sitting and immediately came over to me.

"Darling, what happened?" I started to cry now. "She hi-it me again. I'm afr-raid, I don't wanna go back home."

She hugged me and she held me tight. "Has she told you?" she asked, I gave her a confused look. "What would she have to tell me?"

Marissa sighed. "Apparently, she didn't told you." I looked at the floor.

"It's about your parents. Look I know you don't like talking about them but eventually you'll have to, Demi got this big secret and she needs to tell it to you. Because that's the reason she shuts you out."

"That's why she slapped me again.. She started to talk about my parents and called me babygirl, I told her I hate her. I'm so sorry, it's my fault, it always is." I apologized

She wiped a tear away that was rolling down my cheek. "Melanie, for the 100th time it's not your fault, it's far from your fault. Listen to me, Demi is having a hard time and unfortunately she is taking that out on you."

"Can you just tell me what's going on, please." she sighed but nodded.

"Look, Demi feel so guilty about everything that happened in your past, she thinks it's her fault. Look Demi is your real mother, she gave birth to you." she said carefully.

"But we both know she adopted me. She can't have given birth to me that's impossible. She is a liar!" I panicked.

My anxiety was getting really bad and it was hard to breathe. I started to feel dizzy, everything was blurry and I blacked out.

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"Melanie, wake up." I heard someone say. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw Marissa hanging over me.

"How long did I slept?" she sighed.

"You were unconscious, you got an anxiety attack."

"So it wasn't a dream?" I asked softly

"No honey, Demi is your mother. Your birth mother."

"Where is she now?" She looked at me with sad eyes. "She went home, she said she didn't care if you would wake up or not."

So she really don't care, it's really good to know. Ofcourse she don't care honey, we're you're only friends. We are the only one that want the best for you. So now ask her to leave and cut. No. One cut. I said no. Do it for us? Only one? Yes, only one.

"Mel, what's going on? Who are you talking to?" I didn't realized I was talking out loud.

"Oh I was daydreaming, sorry. Can I please be alone right now?" She nodded and left the room.

I searched the entire room for something sharp until I found a grinder and I went to their work room, her boyfriend makes a lot of things, he's really good at it. So here must be a screwdriver.

After looking good through his toolbox I found one and I went back to the room.

***

After I was done I had more then 10 cuts on my arm. I was sitting on the bed and I saw blood dripped on the sheets. What am I supposed to do, this Marissa's room and there are blood spats on her bed.

I panicked, she can't find out. She'll tell Demi and then I need to go back to Demi. I broke down crying, I'm so tired of everything.

"Mel, can I come in?" Marissa asked. I kept quit and I hid my face in the pillow.

I heard the door being opened and closed.

She came sitting next to me and rubbed my back. "Ssht Mel, it's okay. Look at me." I turned over and I saw a worried face.

"Melanie, I want you to answer me and you can't lie." I nodded. "Do you cut yourself?" she choked out. I bit my lip.

"No-o, why do you think that?" my voice cracked dammit. "Okay then roll up your sleeves and show me." she said sternly.

"Fine, you win, I cut. What's the big deal?" I muttered.

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Oh Marissa knows she cut, do you guys like this story?

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