For The Love of A Daughter

revenge.

*Selena's POV*

I was scrolling through the news article on Demi's daughter going to rehab. I decided to have a little bit of fun with that. I recently just adopted a daughter who looked miserable and needed help.

I figured, that if I sent this little girl to the same treatment center as her daughter, my little princess will not let Demetriana out alive.

I know, I'm horrible, but who cares. It should be fun.

"Hermosa," I heard my boyfriend say.

"Demi isn't available she said. She wants time for Demetriana. I don't think that this plan is going to work" said WIlmer V.

It's crazy, right? I'm dating Wilmer, who just so happens to be dating Demi so I can get to her better.

"Well, okay, but it's time for me to get ready and pick up my babygirl from the adoption center. I'll talk to you later" said Selena.

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I walked into 'Mrs. Green's Adoption Center" and I gave her my information and told her that I would be adopting a little girl named Josie K. I had no idea who this girl was. She seems mean and stuck up, so I'm pretty sure that this whole thing will work out.

I looked towards the staircase and I saw a girl who was my height, looked very pretty and dressed in flower like clothing.

"Hey, little girl. I'm Selena and I'm going to be adopting you." I said.

"Whoop de hell of a doo." I couldn't help but look wowed. Never judge someone by how they look.

We walked out to my car, and I made some conversation while I was driving home.

"Hi. Uh I was wondering If I could get to know you a little better." I said smiling. I don't want to get too attached. I just need to know if she needs anything for treatment or else I'll send her back.

"I am Josie, 14 years old, and I like the color black. My soul is as dark as my hair." she said.

That's really strange because the color of her hair was the darkest shade of black I'm pretty sure.

"Oh, uhm that's nice. Well I'm Selena Gomez and I am 22. A lot of people love me because I'm a singer." I said, not really knowing what to say after.

"Before we get too far away, I just want to let you know that I cut myself, and I purge. That's why I'm so skinny and I really hate life. I'm tired of leaving the Adoption Center and getting sent right back, because parents don't really want to adopt a person who does those things. I can be taken back now." she spilled. I was in shock. I actually wanted to hear her back story now that I though about it.

"Listen. I'm not going to take you back, but I am going to get you the help that you need. You're going to be going to a Treatment Center and doing me a favor while you're in there." I grinned. I really want her to get better just in case I do end up wanting to keep her. That's highly unlikely though, of course.

"What's the favor?" she asked.

"While you are in there, I want you to torture a girl named Demetriana." I said.

She looked at me confused. "Is that Demi Lovato's daughter?" she asked.

"Yes. I need you to do this, but more importantly... I want you to get the help you need and for you to get better." I said.

"Okay. When do I go?" she asked. "In the morning..." I replied with a heavy tone.

This should be fun.

*Demetriana's POV*

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It's been about a week since I was in this place. I've been doing really well surprisingly.

I don't feel the urge to cut, or purge lately. I'm proud of myself. I know Demi will be proud of me also.

When I came in here, I was bout 67 pounds. That's really unhealthy I learned. Now, I am about 75 pounds and I am liking how I look. I can't fit some of my small jeans anymore and that makes me think about how fat I am, but it's not that much of a diffence.

It was near time for lunch, and I was sitting down eating when Catarina, the director, came to me and started talking.

"I realized that we told you to skip the special class last Thursday... I just want you to know that in a month or two, you'll go to that class. From now on until then, on Thursdays in that spot, you'll have Yoga with Liza. She was more than happy to take that spot with you. Since you both have the special class. Keep eating and doing well because soon you'll be out of here. I can't guarantee you seeing Demi in here at all though. But, good work!" she said.

(A/N: Shoutout to my fellow Yoga with Liza fanssss)

She then left. It saddened me when she said I couldn't really see Demi. I know that it might mess up my progress though, so I didn't say anything about it.

I was sitting down, finishing my lunch when Liza came and sat next to me. Haven't talked to her in a while. We're no longer room mates. She hasn't been doing very well lately with the recovery thing.

"Hey." she seemed sad. Like always.

"Hey, I haven't seen you much lately except for classes on our schedule. how are you doing?" I said.

I noticed that she didn't eat any of the food on her plate at all.

"I'm fine. I'm doing worse than when they put mw in here, if you consider that fine." she even looked worse.

"Listen you'll get..." I was cut off by nurses charging towards Liza.

I was wondering what happened until...

"You threw away your food for the fifth time! We have no other choices left!" the nurses said.

They grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her towards The Room. I couldn't help but look away. Right before I looked away... I saw them shoving a tube down her throat.

Poor Liza. I hate for her to go through this. If only she'd get better... for me.

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*Josie's POV*

I walked in to the Treatment Center and thought about how mean my new mother is.

I don't want to let her down though.

I signed in and got my room assignments though.

Apparently I get to share a suite with someone. Their roommate left the room recently.

I wonder who it is.

But, Demetriana... I am coming for you.