Who Says I Need You Back?(Demi Lovato)

Chapter 7: Help Me

Izzie's POV

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon and frowned as my stomach grumbled. All I could ever think about was food, and I loved food, but I also feared it. My bedroom door opened and Demi stood there smiling nervously. God I swear every time I saw her she looked like a dog that had peed on the carpet and knew it was guilty.

"Come eat sleepyhead!" Demi said in a singsongy voice.

I stood up and walked past her and down the stairs into the kitchen. My heart beat quickened as Demi walked towards me, but she only patted my shoulder and sat down. I grinned inside, I hadn't even flinched.

I sat down across from Demi and Wilmer, and Wilmer gave me an encouraging smile.

"Hola, buenos días to my two favorite girls in the whole wide world," he said, smiling widely.

Demi giggled and leaned in, kissing his cheek. I just smiled at him.

Demi began speaking, "So, today I was thinking maybe we could, you know go shopping? We can get you some clothes so that you don't have to wait to get your other clothes, and we can get some nice food."

I shrugged, "Whatever."

I was picking at my food, but the last thing I wanted was for Demi to know I was afraid of eating. Considering all the bullshit she'd been through, she'd make a big deal about it and send me to rehab or make me see a counselor. I began eating, at a good pace. I could purge later.

"Okay well Wilmer has work, so it'll just be you and I," Demi smiled.

Oh great, just a joy. I'd get to spend a day with my most favorite person in the world.

Wilmer took his phone out and texted me so that I had his number. "I got it from Demi, just in case you get lost and Demi's phone dies or something."

I nodded and Wilmer got up, putting his plate in the sink and patting my back as he left. Demi saw him out and I'm pretty sure they were having some fun in that doorway, at least more fun than one usually has in a doorway.

Demi came back inside, "Get ready to leave in 30 minutes?"

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We walked into the mall, Demi had a baseball cap and sunglasses on.

"Stay close," she whispered as her body guards surrounded her.

I nodded and she grabbed my arm, causing me to whimper slightly. I untangled her fingers from my wrist.

"Don't touch me please," I whispered back.

"Okay, I'm sorry babygirl."

I just shrugged and kept walking. Despite Demi's attempt to hide, soon we were flooded with fans and paparazzi. Demi soon got preoccupied signing autographs for her fans, and considering that no one knew me, it was quite easy to slip away. I snuck past the crowd and started walking around the mall. I got to the back of the mall and walked along the trees, their beautiful flowers beginning to bloom. My phone dinged and I checked it. It was just a text from Demi.

Demi: Where are you? Text me asap.

I ignored it and sat on a stone bench beneath a tree. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me off of the bench. I gasped and fell forward, my palms scraping on the concrete as I caught myself.

"What the fuck?" I growled as I looked up.

I swallowed, it was Amanda Gerbert and her posse.

"Hey bitch, haven't seen you in a while," Amanda growled.

Her girlfriends laughed and her guy friends just looked at me in disgust. I got up, attempting to leave, when Mandy grabbed my wrist and pushed me up against the wall of a brick building.

"Don't leave while I'm talking to you bitch," she screamed. "I got fucking expelled because of you, and now my chances of getting into Ivy League are almost none."

"I don't think it's because you got expelled," I whispered quietly, rolling my eyes. Shit, did I say that out loud?

I felt a hard punch to the eye, and gasped in pain.

"Bitch, you never fail to make me mad!" she screamed as she threw in the punches. I attacked back, only to be held against the wall by her friends. She punched me in my stomach, kicking me every once in a while. "I heard your Dad died for you! Why would he do that? You are not worthy of living. Nick Jonas deserves to be here, not his lame shit of a daughter. No one wants you. You ruin everything, and you always will. You little fat piece of shit!" She yelled.

I stopped struggling as her guy friends came in on me, attacking me like lions fight over a zebra carcass. Why should I struggle, everything she said was true. Dad had died because of me, and I had deserved to die, not him.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood coming from out of my mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally stopped, and I crumpled to the ground, covered in blood and bruises. Somehow, the words had left a bigger pain in me than the wounds.

Amanda whispered fiercely in my ears, "If you fucking tell anyone about a single one of us, we will kill you. Do you hear me? We will hunt you down and rip your head off."

Then, the posse left, every person snickering at my pathetic position. I was laying on the concrete floor, curled up in a loose ball as I looked for broken bones.

My phone dinged repeatedly, and I pulled it out of my back pocket.

Demi: Please answer me. Izzie? Where are you? Izzie, come on reply. Baby where are you? Why did you turn the find your iphone app off? Please be okay. Izzie? Isabella Lovato Jonas, I'm taking your phone when I find you, and don't expect to get it back for a long time.

Memories at the use of my full name began to flow back. And I began sobbing. My phone was still dinging, and Demi had about sent me a hundred texts.

Demi: PLEASE TEXT ME BACK. BABY WHERE ARE YOU? I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE. PLZ BE OKAY. ISABELLA TEXT ME BACK RN. TEXT ME BACK BEFORE I'M MORE PISSED THAN I AM ALREADY WHEN I FIND YOU. IZZIE? BABYGIRL?

I ignored her texts and called Wilmer. He picked up right away. "Izzie? Where are you? Demi just called me and told me you went missing. Are you okay?"

I responded with two words, "Help me."