She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

"I just," Kenzie started.

"Talk to me, baby."

"I just get really upset with myself sometimes," she admitted.

"For what?" I asked confused.

"I hate that I make you stressed."

"Oh Honey, a lot of things stress me out. I would never ever blame you for any of my stress. Yes, I worry, but I don't get mad about anything you do."

"And," she continued before stopping.

"And what?"

"There's just something wrong with me. I know there is."

"What?" I asked, not knowing where she was getting this from.

"If there wasn't anything wrong with me, my father wouldn't have hurt me. And he would just leave us alone. I had to have done something wrong to deserve this. And I've made you involved." She wiped her eyes from tears threatening to spill.

"Baby, there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect."

"Then why did he hurt me? Why does he keep coming back?"

"He's not a good man, Kenzie. He was messed up before you were even born. You didn't cause anything. Some people just have terrible parents for no reason. It's not your fault." I pulled her in for a hug. "And I'm so lucky to have you now. You mean the world to me. I wouldn't give you up for anything. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." She looked up at me with a questioning look. "It's true."

Her eyes filled up again. "I just want everything to be okay again."

I wiped her tears from her face and pulled her in closer. "It's all going to be okay. If her comes back, I'll take care of it. I'll make sure it's the last time." I looked down at her hurt legs. "And I'm going to help you get through this." She looked up at me again. "You don't deserve the pain, Kenzie. You've done nothing to deserve this. I promise."

After a little while longer, she broke away. "Don't tell Nick," she told me. "Please."

"Why?" I asked. "He can help, too."

"I don't want him to be angry at me."

"Baby, he won't be mad. He loves you like your his own daughter."

"I just don't want anyone to know. I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy."

"No one is going to think that."

"Please, Mom, don't tell him," she begged.

I sighed. "Okay. If he doesn't ask, I won't say anything."

Then I got up and went into her bathroom. "Where do you keep your razors?" I asked.

"Why?" She questioned.

I started to look through drawers and cabinets. "I don't want them in here."

I found them on the bottom shelf of her left cabinet. I gathered them all and continued to look in case she hid some.

"Why?" She asked again.

"You know exactly why," I responded. I didn't find any more, so I took what I had in my hand.

"But what if- what if I need them?"

"For what?" I asked.

"Shaving," she responded.

"It's winter. No one will see if you did or not."

"Mom, please," she said grabbing my arm.

"Kenzie, do you want help?"

"I just- what if I get over whelmed? Mom, what I feel the need to and I can't get rid of it?" She asked with panic in her voice.

I bent down to her height a and placed my hands in her shoulders. "Then you come directly to me and we will talk things out. I don't care if it's in the middle of the night. I'll do anything to help you, Kenzie. But you need to come to me. Promise you will."

Without a word, she nodded. I pulled her into another hug. "I love you too much to be seeing you hurting like this."