Forever Mine

Chapter 6: Screams

DEMI'S POV
I turn around and see Charolette fast asleep on the floor. Her head is resting on her long brown hair and her eyelashes brush against her round cheeks. I gaze at her rosy red lips as air escapes through a perfect little 'o'. I think I'm in love with this little girl.
I scoop the little girl up and stare at the empty room.
No bed.
I guess she's sleeping with me.
I slowly walk to my room with Charolette in my arms. I gaze upon her round, but not chubby, cheeks, her fair skin, the long, soft eyelashes, her silky and curly hair, and a small scar over her eyebrow. I frown and softly finger where Charolette was wounded. Who would do this crap to such an innocent girl?
I feel waves of anger, confusion, and pain running through my head as I think about my past. I guess I can see someone doing that.
Once Charolette is safely tucked under my comforter, I call Phil.
"Hello..?"
"Hey, Phil! It's Demi!"
"You do know that you are calling me at one in the morning for the second time in a row, right?" I hear him moan.
"Oh... Um... Nope, but I don't really give a f**k either, so.... Anyway! I just wanted to tell you not to release anything about Charolette to the public."
"Who the hell is Charolette? Oh no. Did you really!? I-"
"NO! How could you even think that? Charolette is my daughter!"
"Thank god, Demi. You scared the shit out of me. Well, have a good night, and remember you have some meeting with a talk show tomorrow at five. DO NOT BE LATE."
"See you l-"
I'm cut off by a piercing scream echoing from upstairs. I didn't even notice I walked downstairs! I drop my phone, I really don't give two shits if it's broken, and run into the hallway.
"Charley!" I shout as I race upstairs,"Charley! Are you okay!?"
I stop and consider that. If she's screaming bloody murder, she's probably not okay.
Shit! Stop thinking Demi!
I burst into my room and see Charley kicking the blankets and wrestling with the pillows. She's still asleep.
"Char, baby, wake up." She continues to scream, tears streaming down her face.
"It's just a dream! It's okay! Please wake up!" My voice starts to rise as she still doesn't wake up.
I start to panic. I quickly call my mom.
"Mom! How do you wake up some one?!"
"Poor water on their head? What's wrong? Wh-"
I run to the restroom and fill a solo cup, that is conveniently sitting on my counter, with water.
I manage to spill half the water on the way while trying to stop myself from running into the bathroom door that was halfway closed.
I dash to the edge of my bed and poor the cup of water onto Charley's head. The sheets are soaked, as well as Char.
She wakes up, sputtering and her eyes open as wide as saucers.
"It was just a dream Charley! It's okay baby. I'm-" I attempt to pull her into a hug, put she runs under my arms and to the hallway restroom, locking herself in.

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