Chloe After Dance Moms ~ Dance Moms

More About Lauren

Maya's Point of View ~

This guy thought I was some girl named Lauren and he would not leave me alone. We were searching through the house looking for clues. I sent Lindsey off to Chloe's bedroom and I was looking in the bathroom. Of course this drunk guy close behind. 

"So...Lauren...what have...you..been doing....this whole time?" He asked falling into the sink.

"Ummm...playing with my friend, Lindsey." I told him as I looked in the bath tub. No clues yet which was a disappointment. 

"Why did....they tell....me you were....dead?" He coughed and continued leaning against the sink. 

"I don't know?" I said, still looking for clues. "But I would really appreciate if you got me a drink of water. I'm really thirsty." I smiled sweetly. 

"Of course! Anything for my daughter!" He hobbled out of the room. So Lauren was his daughter. I closed the door once he disappeared around the corner and locked the door. I sat on the toilet and pulled my phone out. It was time to research this Lauren girl.

In the search box, I typed in.... Lauren death in California

I doubted anything helpful would pop up, but surprisingly something did. I clicked on one link and popped up a picture of Lauren. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She looked a lot like her drunk dad. She was smiling and holding a little white cat with a black spot on the top of it's head. I smiled. Lauren looked really happy. I scrolled down and read about her death. She had committed suicide just like Chloe tried to do. She had jumped off a bridge and died on impact. It was really sad. She had done it because she had depression. She was sad and embarrassed about her dad...being drunk.

I felt bad for her. Her dads actions impacted her life in a negative way. Now I needed to get this guy out of Chloe's house and away from me. 

A knock echoed through the bathroom.

"I have...your water!" I unlocked the door and nicely took the water from his hand. I took a sip of the water and set it on the sink.

"We need to talk." I told him calmly. 

"Umm...okay." He looked at me weirdly. 

"I'm not your daughter. She's really dead. I'm sorry." Tears came to my eyes. It was hard to tell this poor soul. 

"WHAT! That can't be true! She's alive! You're lying!" He raised his hand in the air and slapped it against the top of my head. I crumbled to the ground. He swatted the glass of water off the sink and it smashed against the ground. Glass went everywhere. I covered my head as the shards flew around, until they settled somewhere on the bathroom floor. My head throbbed and he stomped on my legs. I screamed in pain. He bellowed in agony and grief. 

"LINDSEY HELP ME!" I yelled as his boot smashed into my head.