{ Demi }
Oh my god, I can't even believe her, or myself I look at Dallas who is crying and so is my mom
"Dianna, you will never be my mom. Dallas, Demi your only my half sisters-" I finally had enough.
"Rebecca! Fucking shut up! Alright? Now you listen to me, we know your damn story you were abused, raped, bullied but guess what so was I damn it. I trusted you and you lied to my damn face! You lied to Moms, Dallas, and Madison and were sorry we missed out on 15 years of your life, but that wasn't fucking moms fault! You saw the damn agreement your fucking perfect so what if I'm Demi Lovato?! You don't get to sit here and blame us for you thinking you weren't enough or we wouldn't love you! WE HAVE CONSTANTLY TOLD YOU, YOU CAN TALK TO US! We may have missed 15 years but guess what we are here now! Do you honestly think if we didn't love you we wouldn't be standing here!? I wake up every damn morning and work my ass off for you! I make sure you go to therapy, take your medicine, eat, bathe, I love you so damn much it hurts! But since I'm only your half sister you don't need me."
We were both sobbing at this point "hey hey hey Demi, stop, just stop." Mom and Dallas whispered. "I WISH IT WAS YOU!" She yelled. I roughly pushed Dallas off me "what?!" I snapped. "I WISH YOU WERE IN MY SHOES! SEE HOW YOU WOULD THINK WHEN YOUR DAD RAPED YOU WHEN YOU WERE ONLY 8! SHOVED HIS FINGERS DOWN YOUR THROAT! CUTTING YOU UNTIL YOU PASS OUT!" She yelled. "GOD!" I yelled clenching my fists and running out of the room. "Woah! Woah!" Drake yelled stepping infront of me.
"She is a damn brat!" I yelled causing people to look at us. "Who?" He asked holding my face. "Rebecca! Now just drive me home!"
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We arrived at my house "what happened?" Drake asked softly. "I DONT EVEN KNOW! SHE STARTED BLAMING ME AND MY FAMILY FOR HER GOING CRAZY!" I began to cry again. "Demi! Just breathe and listen. I know you think she is being a brat, but what if she is trying to get your guys attention? You need to cut her a break and be nice to her, you went through the same exact shit when you were her age. Everything she said was out of anger, she is 15 for fucks sake and she has been through hell, Demi you need to calm down and apologize or make it right because you were way out of line. Out of all the people you should understand that it's not her fault! She has a mental illness and so do you."
I'm such a monster, she will never forgive me.
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{ Rebecca }
"Just take me back to Demi's and I'll sleep at a friends." I said staring out the window. "You sure sweetheart?" Dianna said. "God, why are you so nice to me and I was a complete and utter jack ass." I chuckled. "Rebecca, it's okay for you to have feelings even if there angry, I love you so much and if you wanted to yell at me go ahead you have the right to be mad." Dianna smiled. "Do you want us to go inside with you?" Dallas asked. "No, I'll call you if I need you." I hugged them and got out of the car. I typed in the gate code and walked inside. It was quiet but I heard the tv on in Demi's room.
I went into my room and jumped into the shower it was 10 at night, I put on my PJS and went downstairs. I walked down the giant stairs case and went into the kitchen. I made a sandwich and then ate it. I had all these damn rules I had to follow. I drank a glass of water and then walked over to the Piano. I sat down and gently placed my finger tips on the keys, I breathe in deep and start playing 'Remedy' by Adele.
I don't sing I just play it I feel joy, I'm happy,
"What are you doing?" Demi asks. I snap out of it "o-oh- sorry, was-was I being loud? I-I-can stop." I immediately looked down. "You play piano?" Demi asks softly. I shook my head 'yes'
It grew silent and awkward. "What else can you play?" Demi asked walking towards me. I put my hands on the keys and began playing 'Cheap Thrills' by Sia. "Can I sit?" I nodded and scooted over but kept playing.
"Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Friday night and I won't be long
Gotta do my hair, I put my make up on
It's Friday night and I won't be long
Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need
No I ain't got cash
I ain't got cash
But I got you baby
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
But I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Saturday and I won't be long
Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on
It's Saturday and I won't be long
Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need
No I ain't got cash
I ain't got cash
But I got you baby
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
But I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
(I love cheap thrills)
(I love cheap thrills)
I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
Oh, oh
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
La, la, la, la, la, la (I love cheap thrills)"Demi sang, and would snapchat a little. "I'm sorry Rebecca, I didn't mean any of those things I said to you in the hospital. I guess I was just hurt you lied to my face, but I'm not your half sister, I'm your whole fucking sister and I love you so much." Her voice cracked. "I accept it, but it still hurts." And with that I got up and left to my room
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FanfictionRebecca James, your average in middle school girl, well kinda. Rebecca is 15 she doesn't have a mom, she has a dad. An abusive dad, her dad is rich but doesn't care. Rebecca used to model and act but once her dad changed she left it. Summer is comin...