Demi Lovato is the preacher's daughter in a small town in Connecticut. She is very sheltered on what she does and one big mistake and the town is talking. Joe Jonas is the bad boy in town, and a high school drop out. He's not good. He uses girls an...
I hated Joe. I hated everyone. I didn't want to be here. I was fine. I knew what I was doing, I wasn't spiraling out of control. I stayed on my bed in the room they assigned to me. I wasn't going to participate in anything they want me to do.
I shared a room with a girl named, Jennifer. I don't know why she was here, nor did I really care.
I looked over at the girl and she was still in bed, like me. We possibly could get along, but I don't trust anyone.
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The nurse walked into our room with a clipboard, closing the door behind her. She stood over me, "Demetria.." she glanced at her clipboard, then at me.
"What?" I crossed my arms.
"Those tests we ran on you last night....well...apparently...one came out positive..." I was confused.
"Positive of what? There's a lot of things to be positive about. Speak." I rolled my eyes.
"Miss Lovato, you're pregnant." she glanced at me. I stood up.
"Yay, you found out what the hell was wrong with me. I'm hormonal. I can go home now?" I grabbed my suitcase.
"You're staying here,Miss Lovato. You're staying here until you're sober from drugs. We need to make sure you're healthy for this baby."
I rolled my eyes, "I don't want this baby." she rolled her eyes at me.
"That's your decision, but you're staying here." she walked out. I wanted to hit her so bad. Jennifer sat up from the bed, she moved.
"You're pregnant....with a baby?" she asked. Why does she care?
"Yes," then it hit me, I was pregnant with Joe's baby, "oh my god.." I sat back down on my bed.
Another nurse walked into the room, "Jennifer it's time for your session. Miss Lovato, you have a visitor. 15 minutes." the nurse walked out and Joe walked in. The last person I wanted to see.
I hugged my legs,not saying anything to him. "So, you're still mad at me, huh?" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.
"I hate it here! I was okay!" I threw my pillow at him.
"You weren't fine, Demetria! You may think you're fine, but you're not!" he stood at the door. Were we really getting into it now?
"You're not okay yourself. You're just as fucked as I am! Why aren't you in here?! FUCK WHY ISN'T ALL YOUR POSSE HERE?" I raised my voice. All we do is fight.
"WE'RE NOT AT FUCKED UP AT YOU,DEMETRIA. We're not a popstar who have people watching our every move. You're suppose to be a role model, now you're a role model to PornHub." I glared.
"You are too, Joseph. You're in that video much as I was." he chuckled.
"You know you have feelings for me. You can't hate me." he crawled on my bed and climbed on top of me. He started kissing my neck. I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight.
