Forever Mine

What Have I Done?

CHARLEY'S POV
I run across the street, trying hard to avoid the unbearable pain in my stomach. My mouth waters as I remember the old fashioned doughnut from my lunch on the first day of school.

I look both ways and cross another busy intersection. I jump at a loud boom. With no warning, rain begins to poor. Within seconds, I'm soaked. The icy water snakes its fingers down my back as I run as fast as I can back home. I stumble on a crack and nearly fall, but quickly regain my balance.

I push open the door to Demi's house, anxious to get to the warmth of my bed and the-

I freeze. In front of me is a large suit case. I cautiously walk around it and see yet more suit cases. Worried, I run around to find Demi. I run around the living room, kitchen, and bathroom in search for her comforting hugs. Soon, I become tired and, without thinking, fall into a deep sleep on the couch.

DEMI'S POV
"Okay... Sounds great! Thank you Mrs. Karlile!" I hang up my phone happily. Then  I dial Marissa's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Marissa!"

"Hey Dems! What's up?"

"You know Charley? My adorable adopted daughter?"

"Yeah, she's a big hit from the Ellen Show last night."

I giggle,"Yep! And her birthday's on the 17th. I was thinking about what to do when I came up with the best idea ever!"

"And what is this brilliant plan?" Asks Marissa.

"Well, it's a surprise and I'll call you later with all the details, but I was wondering if you could get a hold of Kim, Khole, Justin, Selena, and all them."

I hear a sigh,"Whatever. Don't forget to call me later."

I roll my eyes,"I remember everything, darling."

Marissa laughs,"Sure you do. Bye Dems."

"Bye!" I hang up and bounce around my room. Suddenly, I hear the front door slam. Scared, I grab a baseball bat that somehow got into my room. I creep silently down the stairs and into the living room. I creep around the couch and find...

"Charley!" I sigh in relief. But wait, wasn't she supposed to be at school. I tilt my head sideways to look at the sleeping girl's face. I then jump as thunder booms outside.

I look out the window to see sheets of rain pouring down. Charley must've gotten soaked! I wonder what happened?

I lift her up from the couch and carry her upstairs. Once I set her in her bed, I wrap some fuzzy blankets around her tiny figure.

My hands on my hips, I look around her room. The loft bed is on the sidewall with the desk, cluttered with crayons,markers,pencils, and almost any color of paper I could imagine. Charley has everything here, but something seems to be missing.

I walk down stairs, careful as f**k not to trip, and succeed. In the kitchen, I find nothing to eat. That figures. I groan and snatch up my phone.

"Hello, this is Domino's Pizza."

"Give me some pizza."

"Hey Demi. We'll be right over."

I slam my phone down and March up the stairs.

"Charley, baby! Wake up!" I wait for a response.

"C'mon Char!! Food will be here soon!" Still nothing. Curious, I walk into Charley's room. I gasp.

All across the floor are scattered pieces of paper. Looking up, I see a large piece of paper that looks like it said this:

IF I TREATED YOU THE WAY YOU TREAT ME, YOU WOULD HATE ME!!!!
Along the bottom is the ripped picture of me. My eyes fill with tears. My gaze falls on Charley, who is sitting on the ground writing something. I sneak over and look over her shoulder. There, is a picture of the car accident. It's different than I remember though. Charley and Hercules are happily sitting next to a Coca-Cola semi truck while squashed under the car is a mass of blood and flesh. There is a thick line pointing to the car that says: DEMI.

I gasp. Charley looks up, confused. Her eyes quickly become alive with fear as her face becomes pale. I watch her, tears streaming down my face. She tries to hide the picture, but it's too late.

My tears of sadness are swiftly becoming ones of anger. After all I've done for this f**king brat! After giving her a home, feeding her, and almost throwing a party, she wishes I was dead!

I grab Charley's arm and pull her up. She stumbles, but stands.

"Charolette Cunningham," I growl," You disrespectful, irresponsible f**king bra-"

"B-but-"

"Don't interrupt me you f**king b*tch!" I shout, my voice shaking with rage. Charley sobs loudly, her face crumpling.

"You.... I took you out of that place!! I brought you here and took car of you," I am now screaming," but you are such an immature, selfish, imbecile that you pay me back by wishing I was dead!???"

Charley falls to the ground, gasping and sobbing for breath. I yank her back up and stare into her eyes,"B*tch." I whisper as I slap her. The impact causes her to fall.

I ignore her screaming do me to come back and walk to my room.. While plopping down on my bed, I open Twitter. As usual, my notifications are blown up and people are either hating or living on Charley. This idiots. I look over the comments.

StaystrongLovatic123: Charley is sooooo cute! I hope to meet her at your next concert!

Blah.

MayGastroxBieber: Looks aren't everything. She may be cute, and shy, but on the inside, you don't know what demons hide.

I shudder at that comment. It's so unbelievably true, but I wish it wasn't. I will never know what Charley thinks, sees or hears. I convince myself I don't care anymore though. I  continue reading.

KimberlyAnneB.: I can't believe you got back 2gether with Wilmer!! Dilmer!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

GigiBxtch: Wilmer is a motherf***ing b**tard. Break up with that douche and pay attention to more important things like your "daughter" and your job. Some good music is long overdue.

I shut off my phone and close my eyes. All around me I hear the palm trees swaying. The sounds of sirens and late traffic flood into my ears. What was I thinking? Adopting a little brat and bringing her here? Of course I'm not fit to be a mom! I'm neither maternal or supportive. Next thing we know, Charley has scars up and down her arms and I'll be in jail for doing somewhat to her.

A tear falls down my face. I think of what has happened. What have I done?