Invisible (Alex Lovato 2)

Chapter 2

Months Later......

Alex's POV:

I stand in front of the mirror holding my babies. They're beautiful, and I love them. They can be annoying though.

Zayn is off on a tour. After he quit One Direction, he became a single singer, like me. We go on tour at different times so that one of us can always be home for the babies.

Tonight I'm finally getting a day off. Demi and Wilmer are watching the babies. They're twins, and they're names are MacKenzie and MacKenna. They are beautiful and I love them more than anything.

I head downstairs with Kenzie and Kenna. I hand Kenzie to Demi and Kenna to Wilmer.

"Are you sure you guys can handle them?" I say.

"Yeah. Just go and have a good time, Alex." Demi says.

"Alex, please just go. Enjoy yourself. We got this. Don't worry." Wilmer says.

"OK Demi and Willy. I'll go. Just take care of them. I'll be home by ten." I say.

"Have fun!" Demi says.

I go to my car and get in. I drive off with my mind on my babies. I don't even see it when a gigantic truck slams into me, but I certainly feel it. The car flips over and over. I finally bang my head on the ceiling and everything goes black.

Demi's POV:

Wilmer and I turn on the news. They are talking about a terrible car accident that recently happened. Then I realize that the person is Alex, my daughter. Tears fill my eyes.

"Wilmer, we have to go to the hospital." I say.

Wilmer nods his head. I sob on the couch. Wilmer picks me up and carries me to the car and buckles me in.

We arrive at the hospital, me a tear stained mess. Wilmer takes my hand as we walk in. I crave the touch, as it helps distract me from everything that's going on.

"Which room is Alex Lovato in? I'm her dad and she's her mom." Wilmer says.

The man has balding brown hair speckled with grey. He says, ''Room 777."

We head to the elevator. We go up to her room. There is a doctor waiting for us.

"Hello. Alexandra is unconscious right now. However she is on life support. You get to chose when to pull the plug." The doctor says.

I am devastated. I have to choose when my baby girl dies. Thankfully, Wilmer answers for me.

"How about in three hours." Wilmer says.

"Alright. I'll be back by then, but if you need anything, hit that button."

I mentally prepare myself for going in to see her. Finally, I decide just to walk in.