You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 23}

Demi kissed my cheek gently when we got back to her house to wake me up. Why couldn't she have woken me up like this this morning instead of being obnoxiously loud?! I rubbed my eyes to try and wake myself from my sleepy state.

"You're so cute when you're sleepy," Demi cooed. I glared at her. I find being called 'cute' a hell of an insult. I'm badass bitch! Jokes I'm not, I just like to think I am.

We grabbed our plethora of bags from the trunk and with Max's help got them into the living room.

"Anything else Demi?" Max asked politely. He may look big and scary but he was a really sweet guy.

"No we're good thanks Maxy!" Demi said, "thank you for today!"

"It's always a pleasure," Max winked. Wait I made that sound dodgy. It was a friendly and funny wink not a 'let me seduce you' wink. "I'll see you on Monday if you don't need me before. Remember we'll be here at 8am, so please remember to set an alarm this time." He laughed.

"I'll double check! I promise!" Demi laughed too. Marissa and I gave each other a glance before breaking down into heaps of very fake giggles.

"Er well have a good weekend girls!" Max bowed out of the room.

Demi immediately turned to Marissa and I. "What the fuck guys?!" She looked totally weirded out. I stopped laughing as quickly as I started.

"Just an inside joke." I winked at Mar. Even though we've literally known each other for only about two weeks, Mar and I have a really strong connection. Again, I don't mean that in an inappropriate way. I mean like we both had no clue what Max and Demi were going on about so we decided telepathically instead of being awkward to make her feel like the outside one.

"Why do I put up with you two?" Demi sighed.

"Because you loveeeeee me!" Mar pinned Demi down on the couch, planting slobbery kisses all over her face.

"Ew! You're like a dog!" Demi squealed, trying to wriggle out of Marissa's hold. Finally she managed it by pushing Mar forcefully onto the floor.

"Ow! Bitch!" Mar muttered, rubbing her knee which she'd bumped.

"Says the dog," Demi sassed back.

As entertaining as it was watching the two of them fight each other, I really needed a pee. I started to head to door.

"Sask where you going?" Demi asked,

"Just getting some ice for Mar's burn, Demi you owned her pretty bad." I grinned, giggling slightly at my own joke. "Jokes I'm going to the bathroom."

"Get Demi some ice too!" Marissa called out from under Demi. Yes, Demi was lying on her, flicking her with her blonde hair. What weirdos!

"That was the worse comeback ever!" Demi giggled,

"Not as bad as-" Mar started but I didn't catch the end of it as I seriously needed to pee.

When I returned to the living room a couple of minutes later, Demi and Marissa were no longer fighting. They were emptying the bags onto the floor.

"Sask, I can't seem to find any of the pants you bought." Demi said, emptying the remainder of the carriers onto the carpet.

"I didn't get any." I shrugged cooly, trying to act casual so she wouldn't dig further into why. I didn't really want to explain that I couldn't even fit a size 00. It was embarrassing. Although it made me proud I'd gotten so skinny, it showed how badly I needed help and I absolutely hate showing weakness.

But Demi being Demi is nosey. So of course she dug into it.

"Why?" She asked, looking up from the bags and studying my face.

I shrugged again, "I guess I didn't find any I liked?" But as usual I couldn't tell a convincing lie. I swear every time I lie it comes out more of a question and I get caught out. I'm awful at lying. It sucks in situations like this.

"Sit." She pulled me onto the couch. Marissa continued sorting the new clothes into piles, trying to keep low key but she was probably listening in. I didn't care. I trusted her. "Rule one, be open. Now go." Demi continued.

I knew she wouldn't let me leave this couch until I told. Demi is just so stubborn like that.

"None of them fitted me," I admitted in an almost whisper. I was scared she was going to get mad at me for being too thin. Mom would've gotten so frustrated...

"They were all too big?" Demi placed her hand on my legging covered thigh reassuringly. I nodded. "You know there was a point when I was 17 when I didn't realise how much weight I'd actually lost. My jeans fit one week and then were baggy the next. At the time I was like, great I'm a size 2! I thought I'd achieved something really amazing. I didn't realise I was destroying my body. And now I'm here, the girl who can't conceive a baby. I can't get pregnant because I ruined my body." Her voice cracked. My mouth was wide open in shock. How devastating for Demi and Wilmer. How awful. "I wish I hadn't pushed my body that far. I regret it." Demi was now on the verge of sobbing. I was still in shock at what she'd just told me. "So please, please don't make the same mistake as I did." She was now begging. "You're beautiful. You're so so worthy. I was too. I just didn't have anyone to say it. I didn't see it. I need you to see it. I need you to recover."

And she collapsed onto me in sobs. I was now the one holding her up. Oh how our roles had reversed.

Demi was infertile? She really couldn't have babies, not ever? I've never thought about kids but I'm sure, when I find the right man and settle down I will probably want them. It had obviously devastated Demi. Would I be the same?

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short because I'm ill 😓 love you all xxx