You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 24}

---PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING----

Marissa and I just held Demi until about half an hour later she gave one last sniffle and looked up to us, wiping her eyes and announced,

"You know what? It's stupid wasting tears over this. I can't change it." She pulled a large, fake smile onto her face and pushed Marissa and I off her. She stood up, rubbing her reddened eyes. "Now Sask, you've still got the rest of that salad to get through!"

Woah! Change in mood much. A minute ago I was comforting her and now she's demanding me into recovery!

"Chop chop!" She said clapping her hands and then marching rather purposefully out of the room.

I looked at Marissa, my eyes wide with disbelief. What the hell just happened?! Mar however didn't really seem to phased.

"Typical," she muttered. Maybe this happened often?!

"SASKIA ELEANOR JACKSON!" I heard Demi's hoarse (from crying) voice scream from down the hall, "KITCHEN! NOW!"

Marissa tugged me off the couch and into the kitchen to see my worst nightmare. A seemingly emotionally unstable Demi holding a plate of food. Yay! Party! Not.

"Sit." Demi commanded, putting the plate full of green yuckiness onto the island counter. To be honest Demi's dictator-ish mood right now was kind of scaring me. I didn't dare disobey.

I took my seat whilst Demi stood over me imposingly. I forced myself to take the fork and eat some more lettuce. After a few mouthfuls I looked up to Demi, trying to indicate I was done. I honestly felt sick.

However I was shot back down with a glare. I didn't dare walk away from the table. I was truly scared that Demi might fight me and pin me down and force feed me. Okay, maybe that's a bit melodramatic but the glare she was giving me right then was terrifying!

"You're not going anywhere until it's gone." She snarled at me.

So that's how the next three hours played out. Me taking tiny mouthfuls of lettuce, chewing them up and painstakingly swallowing them. All the while, Demi stood over me staring me down.

When the plate was finally clear I felt like I was about to throw up. I looked up at Demi with teary eyes, expecting her to still be glaring at me or to produce more food I had to eat.

I almost sighed out loud in relief when her expression held a soft smile. She quickly wrapped me into her arms, embracing me tightly. I was too confused about yet another mood swing to reciprocate the hug so I just let myself be robbed of all oxygen in my lungs.

Finally, after what seemed like forever I was able to breathe again. Demi had released me.

"I am so proud of you babygirl." She was wiping away tears of her own. I am so super confused.

Demi went from a crying mess, to a fricking terrifying autocrat and now she's acting like a proud mom. The fuck?!

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Ow!" I shrieked out in agony. And when I say agony, I mean it. I'm not being melodramatic this time.

"What?" Demi's face crinkled in worry as I doubled over, clutching my stomach. "Saskia? Saskia what's wrong? Speak to me. Please?!"

I shook my head weakly as the stabbing pains became more regular and were just as severe.

"RISSA!" Demi shouted through to the living room. Marissa had left us to deal with the salad consuming issue a couple of hours back to go watch TV or something.