Life with Demi Lovato

Chapter 52

Personal growth

I put my hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath, I showcased my biggest smile and walked in "hi, how are you?" I said in a fake cheery voice. The psychologist smiled at me "I'm well! How are you?" She asked "I'm doing really well. I've been sleeping good, eating good, making friends" I lied. Kara had coached me on what to say and what they like to hear to give me the best chances of being able to go back home with Demi. If I came across aggressive, rude and shy it would make Demi look bad apparently. So I needed to be happy, polite and all that to make Demi look good "I'm really glad you've been in a better mood these last few days" she smiled while jotting something down in her book. I didn't know what to say so I just awkwardly smiled "but how are you actually doing?" She asked catching me off guard. I gave a nervous laugh "what do you mean?" The fake smile still plastered on my face "I've been doing this longer then you've been alive. I know your faking everything, it's like your reading off a script" she said folding one leg over the other. I sighed and rolled my eyes, folding my arms across my chest and sinking back into the sofa. I had nothing to say "I know that you probably think your behavior will reflect on your guardian.. but I can promise you, it won't. I know you have been through a lot and that's not the fault of your adoptive mother, and, truly.. I don't expect any child that comes in here to be happy and smile given the current circumstances. I know what you need, is what you want. You want to be with your adoptive mother" she explained sympathetically. I lifted my gaze from my feet and met her eyes. She saw through me, she understood me. My eyes started to sting. I tightly closed my eyes to stop the tears but a few escaped "here" the psychologist said kindly as she handed me a tissue which I took and dabbed my cheek with it "okay." I sighed "I haven't been honest.. I just want my mum" my voice broke as I spoke.

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I walked back into the bedroom feeling content. I just wanted to sit in bed the rest of the day and listen to music and try to reflect on a lot of my life. I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my playlist.

*knock knock*

I got a fright and gasped as I quickly stuffed my phone under my pillow as the women walked in "hey. Someone's on the phone for you" she said poking her head in before leaving. I was confused, I didn't think there was any type of signal here. But when I got to the phone and saw it was one of those old fashion phones on the wall it made sense.

"Hello?" I said into the phone

"Hayley it's Demi" I could hear the smile in her voice and it gave me goosebumps

"Oh my gosh. Demi.. it's so good to hear your voice" I cried

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to call sooner.. I miss you. How is everything there? I'm so so sorry they took you"

I sighed "everything's okay.. I've been in worse places I guess.. I'm just taking it day by day..and I miss you too"

"I've been talking to our lawyers everyday and trying to get them to move the court day sooner but it just doesn't seem possible. Itll still be a couple more days before you can come home"

"That's okay.."

There was a small pause as neither of us knew what to say but we were just happy to hear from each other

"Admiras been worried about you" she said. Hearing her name sent electric waves through my stomach. I leaned against the wall and looked up at the popcorn styled ceiling.

"I haven't heard form her in a while"

We'd only spoken on the phone for about 10 minutes before the women came back in "hey. It's time to end the call. Other kids are waiting to use it" she whispered "are you serious? I haven't spoken to my mum since I was taken from her and your telling me to get off?!" I snapped
"I'm sorry.. that's just how it is" she said softly. I turned away from her and spoke quietly into the phone "Demi.. I have to go. I love you" I said before hanging up. I slammed the phone back into its hook and stormed out annoyed.