You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 47}

{A/N: I imagine Eva as Stevie Boebi 😌}

BIG SISTER DEMI SETTING BAD EXAMPLE?

Is Saskia Lovato, younger half-sibling of Demi, following the same route as her older sister and landing herself a one way ticket to rehab? Saskia, 14, pictured with Demi and members of Fifth Harmony yesterday...

The photo attached was of the seven of us leaving Sky High Sports. I was at the front of the group with Camila, Lauren and Ally, it was actually a pretty cute candid. However a bright red circle encasing the gap between my thighs ruined the photo.

"W-why would they blame y-you?" I cried hysterically into Demi's shoulder. Everything had kind of piled on top of me. The day hadn't gotten off to a great start, I'd woken up a crying mess after the horrific nightmare from the night before had reoccurred, and it'd stayed that way. I missed my grandparents, I was confused about Camila and a part of me was still fuming at Joel and how he had fucked me over. None of this was made any better by the fact I was cramping up and in a shitty mood.

"You don't blame me though, do you?" Demi replied as she ran her fingers through my hair reassuringly.

I shook my head in answer to her question defiantly in the negative. Demi had only ever made everything so much better. She'd be the last person I'd pass the blame onto. That is if I did blame anyone for my mental state. To an extent I blame my mom but honestly I think it just comes down to me. It was a road I chose to go down. Purposefully or not. I decided to start restricting and harming myself. I did this to myself.

"Both you and I, Wilmer, Marissa, my mom, Dallas, Maddie, Camila... All of us know this article is talking bullshit." Demi comforted me. "The people who actually matter know what's really going on and that's what counts."

I nodded, agreeing with my sisters words. But ignoring the media's portrayal and rumours was easier said than done.

"Feeling a little better now?" She asked, pulling on the back of my hair gently causing me to lean back and look into her eyes, not hide myself in her short hair.

"A little, although I'm kind of worried about other stuff too." I admitted slowly. I trust Demi inexplicably, it's not that that holds me back from opening up. I just hate being vulnerable in general. With anyone and everyone. It takes a lot of courage for me to speak up about my feelings. "Like this article bothered me and all but I think everything's just overwhelmed me..."

"Everything being...?" Demi looked at me with concerned yet knowing eyes. I shied away from her gaze, scared she'd see right through me and find out everything. I mean I didn't mind her knowing about my anger towards Joel or that I missed my grandparents but I don't want her to know about Camila. "Can I guess what you're worried about?" She asks unexpectedly, "so you can just say yes or no. It might be easier to tell then?"

"Okay..." I said. It did sound like a good way to come out with my problems to her, that's if she ever guessed what the issue was. Just saying yes or no would be so much easier than trying to force out explanations.

"Alright. So you've got feelings for Camila." She stated as if it was a well known fact. I looked at her wide eyed. How the hell did she see through into my soul and find out the thing I really didn't want her to find out?! I nodded my head very slightly but Demi picked up on it. I immediately felt embarrassed, burying my head in her shoulder once more. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." She chuckled, as if she found my mortification ridiculous. "You can fall in love with whoever you want, girl, boy, dog, plant - I don't mind and I'd never judge you for it!"