"Thank you for flying with us in Air Bolche. Have a great day." The pilot had said when we landed. Stella fell asleep during the flight. She looks so cute! I took a picture because who can resist their daughter sleeping.
"Stella. Wake up." I said while shaking her.
"Que paso?"
"We're in LA."
"Okay. Carry me?"
"Okay." I said while picking her up.
"Wait, Stell?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, um we're going to probably get bombarded of paps. Don't put your head up or anything. If they touch you, tell me okay."
She nodded her head and her her head on my neck. As soon as we got out of the plane, there was paps shooting photos and everything.
"Demi who's the girl?"
"Demi is that Wilmer's daughter?"
"How old is she Demi?"
"Demi!"
"Over here Demz!"
I felt Stella getting scared. She was shaking and tense.
"Don't get scared babe. We'are almost out okay?"
She nodded her head.
"DEMI! What's her name?"
"Is she your daughter?"
"DEMI! WHO'S THAT GIRL?"
"Demi I love your songs!"
"Name my second album."
And the yelling continued until we got into the limo.
"Hey we're okay. Open your eyes."
"Who you?" She said.
"Huh?"
"Where's my grammy?" She said. Fuck. Headspace.
"Um, don't you remember me babe? I'm your mommy?"
"I no have no mommy."
"You do have a mommy. I'm your mommy."
"Daddy say I no mommy."
"Who?"
"Daddy."
"Who's Daddy babe?"
"This big boy who no like me. He touch me a lot."
Wait, what?
"Where did he touch you babe?" I asked her. If she's points where I think she's pointing, I'm officially screwed.
Guess where she pointed at?
Exactly.
"Where did he touch you there honey?"
"Right hwewe." She pointed at her vagina.
"When did he touch you?"
"We no playing a game, but he put his thingy in hwere." Pointing at her mouth and vagina.
"When?"
"In cwamp."
"Okay. Thank you for telling me babe." I said while I carried her. Why didn't she tell me? Wait, she hated (or still does) me. And something like this, she wouldn't tell soul. I need to find this guy. But where do I fucking start? I need her to calm down and leave her "headspace moment."
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Fanfiction"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma...
