Sierra pov
It's been 7 hours since me and Demi fought and it's 8 at night, my phone was blowing up with texts from her. I was only at the beach, I finally decided to go home. I pulled out my phone and dialed dads number.
S: hey dad can you pick me up from the beach?
W: fineThen he hung up, he sounded pissed as fuck. I should of not called him. About 20 minutes later his red porche pulled up. I opened the door and it was silent. Then he drove off "are you fucking stupid?" He spat taking me back.
"What?!" I snapped and said in a bitch tone. "You hurt your mother, she hasn't stopped fucking crying. You need to stop being so damn selfish and realize that her world can't revolve around you 24 fucking 7. She does all that work so she can pay for you ass to do things you like, how about all those god damn clothes, shoes, makeup, electronics and shit?" He spat why was he so angry. "Da-"
"No! Sierra! Shut up! Don't you dare say a thing." We pulled up in the drive way and there were tears streaming down my face "aren't you coming in." I asked before I closed the door. "Just shut the damn door." I closed the door and he sped out of our drive way. How dare he say those things I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked inside. I walked into the kitchen to see Demi holding a bottle of vodka and an empty bottle of wine on the counter. My heart stopped, I cause her to do this, I caused her to drink..
"Mom?" I asked sobbing. She looked at me she was drunk out thing ying yang. "STOP!" I yelled as she took another sip of vodka. I ran to her and grabbed the bottle, "SIERRA! GIVE IT BACK!" She yelled fuming.
"NO! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST FUCKING DID!? YOUR DRUNK OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MIND!" She took a step towards me, "WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN! IM NO LONGER 13 WHERE YOU CAN HAVE A FIGHT WITH SOME OR SOMETHING DOESNT GO YOUR WAY AND THEN DRINK YOUR PROBLEMS AWAY AND THEN BEAT ME, THATS WHY YOU HAVE PEOPLE TO TALK TO, YOUR MY GOD DAMN MOM DEMETRIA, PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES COMING HOME AND SEEING THE STRONGEST PERSON BREAK, how the fuck do you think I feel? Demetria you can ignore me and Harley for weeks and on your one night off you decide to drink and get drunk even though you no fucking damn well your not supposed to. You need to get your shit together, Also what the hell is going on with Wilmer and why was Harley in the back." I yelled as hot tears streamed down my face.
I looked at Demi who was crying now. Oh no, I made her drink, and cry,
"Me and Wilmer are taking a break."
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FanfictionIt's 3 years later since Sierra has been out of rehab, she know has a little brother. She now does concerts, and her mom (Demi) starts singing again. Can Sierra fight the urges to do the things she used to?