Hidden Secrets

Chapter 45

Demi

When we arrived at mom and dads Bea was still asleep, so I carried her inside

"Momma? Dad?" I called covering Bea's ears with one of my hands so I wouldn't wake her

"Dem?" Momma appeared in the hallway

"baby, you look terrible, what's wrong?" Mom asked concerned, she then turned her attention to Dallas and Maddie

"Dallas?" Mom called, watching Dallas obviously worrying about her, I turned around to see Dallas' bottom lip quivering and her eyes filled with tears as she stared off into the distance. The sight was terrible, watching Dallas fight back her tears. I just wanted to make her feel better.

"Dallas? Are you okay?" Mom asked again, Dallas merely shook her head and let a tear roll down her cheek

"baby, what's wrong?" Mom asked running forward and wrapping her arms around Dallas

"Mom, where's dad?" I asked, knowing that we should probably tell them together

"in the living room why?"I just shook my head and walked towards the living room, everyone following me

Once everyone was settled down, I stood up, still holding Bea in my arms

"we need to send her to treatment" was the only words I could come up with, I didn't know how to tell them that their daughter wanted to kill herself

"Demi, you were the one who said she didn't need treatment, what happened?" Mom asked cautiously obviously scared of the answer

"she uh, I-I can't do this" I said turning around about to walk out to another room

"hermosa, breathe, do this for Bea, she needs your help" Wilmer said stopping me by putting a hand on my shoulder, I took a deep breath and turned back around

"she tried to hang herself" I said after a few deep breaths

Mom started to sob loudly, dad wrapped his arms around her and comforted her. After about twenty minutes mom calmed down

"Timberline?" she asked quietly, I nodded looking at the beautiful yet terribly sick looking little girl in my arms. She has always been tiny for her age in height and weight, but now she just looked unhealthy, so very unhealthy. The yellow tube running out of her nose was about the only color on her face, other than the slightly yellow tint to her pale skin. Her hair was thin and brittle, the tiniest tug could make a chunk fall out. She just looked so sick, and I knew that the only way for her to stay alive was Timberline, as much as I didn't want to send her there, it was now her only hope. It's going to be hard to say goodbye, but it's better to say goodbye so that she can get help instead of saying goodbye at her funeral.

"I'll go make the call" Mom said, Dad got up and followed her. They returned to the room about thirty minutes later

"she leaves tomorrow, they want her there as soon as they can given the circumstances, Demi I'm booking you a plane ticket, Wilmer and Marissa you'll go with her, and Eddie will go too.  Dallas and Madison we will be staying here as it's not really an environment that I want you around, Demi's been there before,Wilmer is going to make sure to keep Demi on track, Marissa is going for the same reason and Eddie is going to make sure that no paparazzi get in the way, although if they do we are all going to have to support Bea and Demi as for a couple of weeks there would be alot of rumors" We all nodded 

"Now we've just got to tell Bea" Dallas mumbled, obviously scared of her reaction. 

"Dem have you got her bag packed?" I nodded

"there's nothing in there that they will confiscate?" I shook my head

"I made sure momma" she smiled at me, I felt Bea shift in my arms and knew that she was waking up, so I sat back down on the couch

"Dem-Dem? are we there yet?" she asked  with her eyes still closed, it was pretty cute

"yeah baby, we need to talk to you" 

"no Dem-Dem, I don't want to talk about it" she whined grabbing onto my shoulder

"babygirl, we have to and you know that" she sighed and opened her eyes

"momma?" she asked as she saw mom

"hey baby" mom walked over and moved the hair out of bea's face before kissing her forehead

"Dem-Dem? did you tell them?" she whispered in my ear, I nodded and waited for her to yell at me instead she just stopped

"it's okay Dem, I know you had to" she whispered again hugging me tighter, I was relieved to say the least, I really didn't want to upset her but I guess that's going to be ruined 

I took her off of my lap and placed her down on the couch, I crouched down in front of her and held her hands

"baby, you're really sick" I said looking into her eyes, but she dropped her head as soon as I said the word sick, her hair fell in front of her face

"and you need help, babygirl, you need professional help, help that I can't give you"" I felt her tense up

"please don't send me away Dem-Dem" she whimpered 

"baby, I have to, if I don't you'll die" 

"maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing" she said quietly

"baby, it would be one of the worst things in the world" I said trying to hold back my tears

"babygirl, you can't keep living like this. Look at you, you look so unhealthy and people are starting to pick up on it, I had Simon call and ask me why you were so thin, he told me he was worried about you. I'm terrified to leave you alone, because I don't know whether you'll be okay. You need to go to timberline and get better for me please" a few tears escaped her eyes, I lifted her chin and moved her hair out of her face then wiped away her tears

"babygirl, we're taking you to timberline tomorrow, I'm sorry but you have no choice"