Who Says I Need You Back?(Demi Lovato)

Chapter 4: World Falling Apart

Izzie's POV

The whole night was a blur and it ended with me in the police station. The man had been taken straight to a jail cell, and he was being scheduled for a court hearing soon. I sat there, numb to what had just happened. Blood covered my sweater and hands, and a nice police officer had come and given me a new shirt, but I had ended up going to the bathroom and just looking at myself in the mirror. I eventually changed into the new shirt, and oddly enough, I didn't cry. Not a single tear. I didn't know what I was feeling, or how to process anything. I just sat there as a police officer tentatively questioned me. When he was done, I sat on a chair in a small room, and a lady walked in.

"Hi honey, I'm Gigi Huntings and I'm a social worker. I know this might be tough, but we need to decide where you should stay, even if it's temporarily. Your father's case seems like it may take a while, and since he was your guardian..."

Everything else was blocked out of my ears. "Was your guardian". "Was".

I sat there, staring at the clock and listening as it ticked.

That's when the last sentence hit me like a bulldozer hitting a brick wall that had already been through a tornado and a fire.

"So we called your mother, who seems to be the closest guardian, and she has requested to take you in. By law, she is next in line to have custody of you. Any questions?"

I sat there and stared at the lady. Her hair was in a scarily perfect bun, positioned right at the top of her head. She was wearing a grey suit with a tight grey skirt. Had she just said "mother"? I didn't have a fucking mother.

That's when she walked in. Demi Lovato. I had never despised any two words more.

"Hey, honey..." She whispered to me as she sat by the social worker, across the table from me.

"Honey"?. Did she just fucking call me honey? I hadn't seen her in nine years and she dared to call me honey?

"I'm not going with that bitch." I replied.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have much of a choice," Mrs. Huntings replied. "If you have any problems just call this number." She said pushing two business cards towards me and Demi.

The social worker got up and left, and the two of us just sat there for what seemed like hours.

"Let's go to my house, you need to get cleaned up and sleeping. You look exhausted. And I'm really sorry about Nick's death. I really am."

I glared at her, speaking with venom in my mouth, "Don't you dare say his name."

Demi stood up and stooped down to pull me up with her. I winced back as her hands moved towards me.

Flashback

I smiled at my mommy as she stormed inside of the house. I hadn't seen her in nearly two days.

"Mommy! Mommy! I hungwy!" I squealed, lifting my arms up towards her to be picked up.

"Hush, Izzie, Mommy doesn't have time for that," Demi growled warningly.

"But Momma I hungwy! I no eated in," I stuck out my chubby little fingers and counted, "two days!"

Demi frowned and pulled a premade pb and j out of the fridge and poured me a glass of milk.

She placed them on the table and I scampered to the chair.

"Now if you make another noise, you're really getting it. You hear me Isabella?" Demi hissed. She smelled weird. Like very sour, and her hair and makeup were a mess.

I nodded and began eating, my stomach grumbling. I lifted my hand to grab the glass of milk, accidentally pushing it off of the table. The glass shattered and the milk flew across the kitchen floor.

Demi ran into the room, anger evident on her face. "Isabella Mae Jonas-Lovato, what did I say about being quiet?" Rage filled her eyes as she saw the broken glass on the floor. "Look at the mess you made."

I started crying. "I'm sorry momma, I didn't mean to."

I cringed in fear as Demi strode towards me and slapped my face. I tried to run out of my seat and into the bathroom, panic filling my body. Sometimes if I could hide until daddy got home, I was saved. She never hurt me around Daddy. But she grabbed my wrist, digging her nails into my skin. I screamed, and resisted, my heart beating so quickly it felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? Huh?" She screamed. She pulled me over her knees and spanked me, hitting me so hard I would have bruises that lasted for months. I screamed and wailed, and she pushed me off of her knees and against the wall. I whimpered and slid onto the ground.

"This glass and milk better be cleaned up by the time I'm home, or you'll be getting it worse, Isabella," Demi spat, slamming the door as she left.