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

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Kenzie's POV

Really?

How could I be so stupid to forget that? How could I miss that?

I sat in my chair stiff while Mom was didn't seem nervous at all.

"I...um... That's from last night. I got sick in the middle of the night. It's no big de-"

"Kenzie, I'm not upset. You've been 'not hungry' a lot lately, and last night you were almost in tears while eating. I know what you didn't this morning. You ate more than usual to convince me, then went and threw it up. You used your bathroom so I would be less likely to notice. You just forgot to brush your teeth afterwards," she explained.

I was speechless. How was I supposed to respond to that? Everything she said was exactly what happened.

I didn't say anything. I bit my lip nervously as tears welled up in my eyes.

"It's okay, I'm not mad," she said as I was still trying to think of how to respond. I didn't care what she said. I knew she had to be mad at me. She even told me to never ever do this. "Kenzie," she pushed. I wouldn't even look at her. My heart was racing, and I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I felt my breathing pick up a little. "Calm down, please calm down." I stood up out of my seat, clenching my stomach. My chest started to get a pain, which made me even more scared.

You're such a disappointment, they told me.

How could you do this to her?

She's going to be mad.

She'll tell everyone.

Everybody will know what a terrible human your are.

I placed my hands over my face as the tears started to fall quickly.

Demi's POV

She was panicking. It scared me honestly, but I had to stay calm, for Kenzie's sake.

I got up out of my chair and walked over to her. "It's okay," I said as I tried to wrap my arms around her, but she pushed away.

"Don't!" She yelled. Her face was wet with tears. She had a look in her eyes, I knew something wasn't right.

"Don't what?" I asked.

She backed away from me. "Don't be mad," she begged. "Don't hurt me," she whispered.

I was so confused. I started walking towards her, slowly and carefully. "Kenzie, why would I-"

She screamed and put her hands back over her face. "Daddy, no!" She screamed.

"Kenzie," I said, running over to her. She sat on the floor with her knees to her chest.

"I'm sorry," she kept saying over and over again.

"Kenzie, it's okay," I said, placing a hand on her knee, but she flinched away. "Kenzie, it's me. It's Mommy."

She froze for a minute, then looked back up at me. Her eyes held fear, but she was also relieved. "See?" I said calmly. "It's just me."

I wrapped my arms around her, and she relaxed in my arms while starting to cry again.

I don't know what just happened, but it was scary. It scared me, but I knew Kenzie had to be even more terrified.

She thought I was her Father. How?

I sat on the floor with ER, rubbing her back softly as her sobs and breathing slowed down.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," she cried, just like she would if she was six or seven.

"It's okay," I assured her. "I'm not upset."

"You aren't?" She asked, looking up at me.

I shook me head. "No." I sighed. "But I had a fear you had trouble eating lately. I'm not mad at all, we'll work this out."

"Mom," she hesitated. "What just happened? Why did I see him?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"I felt-I felt like I was little again. And he-he was mad at me. And he was about to-he was about to hurt me," she stumbled.

"It's okay," I whispered while pulling her back in my arms. "He's not here. He's not hurting you."

"I know," he responded, allowing herself to settle in my arms.

I waited for her to get completely calmed down again before speaking. "But we still have to talk about this eating thing."