Lost

Nightingale

Demi

"She killed herself." Stella said quietly.

I gasped. My poor baby. I pulled her into a hug. She broke down. I can really give two shits if my shirt is wet. She didn't let go. She didn't yell or say something mean. She just let herself be with me.

"I didn't know Stella. I'm truly sorry."

I eventually let go because she's gonna realize that I'm hugging her and is gonna hate me more than usual.

"Don't leave me. Please mommy." She mumbled. I smiled. Second time she called me that. I picked her up and made myself comfortable. And laying Stella on top of me. I drew circles with my hand on her back. Realizing now that she calmed down and was relax. She eventually fell asleep. I watched in awe. How did I let this happen? How did I have the nerve of throwing her away as if she was like a piece of trash. To Rissa, to the orphanage. I just thank God my parents got her. How did I have it in me to ignore her as if she was someone I never knew in my life? I felt empty without her. All those years. All those years I could've told her why I left her. I could've told her that I was sorry. I could've made her life better. I could've had a better connection than I have now. My phone was buzzing and I checked what or who it was. It was a text from Holly.

H- Demz, remember your interview tomorrow with Ellen. Your flight is at 9 tonight. There's two tickets I sent to your email. Persuade Stella to come. Okay? See you tomorrow.

D- Don't worry Holly. I'll be there, well we'll be there. Thanks for the extra ticket for Stell. Lets see if she'll actually accept.

I forgot all about that. What am I gonna do? I'm not about to leave Stella. Especially since I have to go to back to LA today. Shit. Okay. It's 1 p.m right now. So I got eight hours to get ready and persuade Stella to come since she already has a ticket. My eyelids began to get heavy and I eventually fell asleep.

2 Hours Later

"You Can't Stop the Beat.." my alarm went. I turned it off and realize that I, now have 6 hours to get ready.

"Stella. Babe. Wake up."

"Five more minutes mommy."

"We have to go LA."

"For what?"

"I have an interview with Ellen."

"Degeneres?"

"Exactly."

"When do we go?"

"In 6 hours?"

"How long are we staying there?"

"If you want we can come back as soon Ellen is over."

"So I have six hours to go and get ready."

"Yeah?"

"Meet you downstairs." She simply said while heading to the bathroom. That was easy, as those Staples buttons would say. I left her room and changed into some grey joggers, black sketchers, and a black shirt. As soon as I got ready, Stella came into the room changed into some black, ripped jeans, black hightops, and a white shirt with something written on it from Pull & Bear.

"So, you're ready?"

"I guess right." She mumbled.

I got closer to her and carried her to my bed. She didn't fight to get off. She just let me.

"Baby. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I am."

"What's on that beautiful mind of yours Stella."

"I don't know. It seems really quiet."

"Okay. If somethings up, tell me. I don't care if I'm doing something, you come and tell me. Alright?"

"Alright."

My phone began to buzz. I got a text from Holly again.

H- Demi. Look online. They found out about Stella. I think it's best that you clear everything and tell the world who she actually is.

D- Shit. Okay. I need to ask her though. I think she's finally warming up to me. I can't do nothing bad anymore.

I turned off my phone and got my purse. I called Max and told him to come pick us up. We had almost four hours to get to the airport. And we had to be there at 5. Before going downstairs, Stella brought a bag with some stuff inside it.

"Ready Stella."

"Yeah mom."

We went downstairs and towards the entrance. Max was already there. We got in and drove away.

"Stell, you want something to eat?" I asked her.

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

She came next to me and layed her head on my lap. She fell asleep, again and I just stood on my phone.

45 Minutes Later

"Demi. We're here." Max told me.

"Thank you Max. See you in LA." I said back.

"Stella, wake up." I said while shaking her.

"What."

"We're here babe."

"Carry me?" She said with a smirk.

"Jump then." I told when I came out of the car. There was no paps, so Thank God.

"Demi?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you think, I don't know people are gonna wonder why you're carrying someone?"

"Yeah. I was wondering if I don't know, I can tell everyone about you?"

"Sure. Whatever. They're just gonna be wondering how the heck did Demi Lovato hide a 13 year-old girl?" She said.

"I have ways you know."

"I know." She said, exaggerating the 'w'.

I carried her towards the back of the Airport and towards our gate. I had our passports in my purse and just waited till they opened our entrance.