Heart Beat // adopted by Demi Lovato

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There are so many fucking bags on me you don't even understand. You know how I said that I hate seeing moms spoil their kids? Well Demi kind of went crazy on me as well. Meaning she bought me pretty much the whole damn store. It's a nice gesture on her part, but I really don't need any of this stuff.
"Are we done now?" I whined to her. We have literally been in every single store except for Spencer's, which kind of makes me sad because I was looking forward to that store, but Demi, being the boring grown up she is, wouldn't let me go in there. I didn't bother arguing with her because.. the store has fucking dildos for god sake. So I kind of understand why she wouldn't let me go in there. It didn't make me less angry though.
"We are done with the shopping part, but I bet you're hungry. Let's head to the food court." She then grabbed my hand and rushed to where the food court was. I feel like we just had fucking breakfast for crying out loud, and now she expects me to eat lunch too? She's trying to kill me.
"Er Demi.. I'm not really that hungry." She looked at me with suspicious eyes.
"You barely ate breakfast kendall. You're eating, period." She told me sternly. I just rolled my eyes. She can't make me eat if I don't want to. I'm not going to eat.
"Keep rolling your eyes and they'll get stuck in the back of your head." I didn't even know she saw me rolling my eyes.. I silently groaned in response and followed her to go get food.
"What do you want to eat?" She asked me. Is nothing an option?
I shrugged, "whatever." I said bluntly. I couldn't really hear what she said in response but I think it was something along the lines of "my lord, this child." I shrugged again, not really caring what she said.
"I'll just get you the same thing I'm getting." She sighed. I've only been with her for a day and a half and I'm already stressing her out. Way to fucking go Kendall.
Once she got our food, we went to go sit down at one of the tables in the food court. She started eating right away but I just looked at it, fearfully. It's crazy how food could make a person act this way.
"Kendall, please eat." She said, nicer this time.
"But Demi, I'm really not hungry, honestly." I replied, in hopes that she'll believe me and not make me eat.
"You didn't eat breakfast, so you're going to eat lunch, and we are not leaving until you do." Damn. Now I feel like I don't have a choice.
I looked at the food and picked up my sandwich and brought it to my lips. Gulping really loud, I took my first bite and forcefully chewed on it for what felt like hours before I finally swallowed it.
"That's my girl." She said, proudly, then went back to eating herself.
It took me about an hour to finish my whole sandwich, or most of it, before I looked back up to her.
She was smiling like a proud mom, which kind of made my insides flutter, hate to admit it.
"I'm done. Can we go now?" I told her after looking at her smiling at me for a while.
"Yeah. Sweetheart, come on." She replied. She got up and headed towards the exit, me following closely behind her. Once we got to the car, we got in and put our seatbelt on and shit.
      "So.. when are you going to tell me you have an eating disorder?" I froze in my tracks, not expecting that question.
     "Wh-what do you mean?" I laughed to try to play it off.
     "You know what I mean, Kendall. I know an eating disorder when I see one, and you have one." How the fuck would she know.
     "I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, then leaned back on my seat and looked out the window.
    "Stop lying to me, sweet heart. I know you have an eating disorder."
    "How the fuck would you know?" I asked, speaking my thoughts. She looked shocked that I cussed towards her, but then went back to the topic at hand.
    "Because I had one too." The fuck? She's probably just saying that to get me to open up to her.
    "You're lying." I stated to her.
    "Oh how I wish I was, darling, but unfortunately I'm telling the truth." This is all too much to handle in one day.
    "Bu-but you're so skinny, and beautiful. Why would you have an eating disorder?"
    "At the time of my eating disorder, I was pretty huge in the music industry, but what comes with that is the nasty comments from 'fans' telling me that I was fat, to go kill myself, that I was a pig, just nasty stuff like that. I believed them, which led me to an eating disorder at 15. It got so bad that I had to go to rehab at 18 because I ended up punching one of my background dancers. It turns out that I also had bipolar disorder. Honey, believe me, when I tell you that I understand, I do, because I went through it myself." She finished. My mouth was opened in shock. I didn't even know she was famous, much less had an eating disorder.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Don't be sorry. I just told you that because I can help you, and I know first hand how it is and how it makes you feel." I smiled softly, then reached over and hugged her.
"Thank you, Demi."
It was at that moment that we realized we have not gone any where and we were still in the parking lot of the mall.
"We should get going." She laughed.
"I agree." I laughed along with her. She put her car in drive and we went on our way home.
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It's now been two weeks with Demi and her family, and let me just say that I love it. Minus her making me eat and not being able to purge afterwards, this whole situation has been amazing to me. I didn't realize, though, that Demi is actually pretty damn strict. She intimidates me most of the time, but fortunately she hasn't really needed to be strict with me, only Gracie, except for when I refuse to eat, then the strict mom comes out, but I'd rather have a strict guardian, then a guardian that doesn't give a shit about what you do and end up going crazy when you get older because you were allowed to go crazy in middle school and high school, yanno?
    "Kendall, can you come downstairs for a minute? I have to talk to you about something." She yelled up the stairs for me.
    "Coming!" I yelled back, hopping off of my bed and to Demi.
   "You rang?" I joked once I got sat down on the couch by Demi.
   She chuckled alittle, "yeah, um, so after you being here for a couple weeks, I think it's finally time to enroll you-" I cut her off.
   "You can stop right there. I don't want to go to school, thanks for asking though." I got up and was about to head up the stairs again, when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
    "It wasn't a question, Kendall, and please don't cut me off again until I'm done." She told me sternly. I just rolled my eyes but didn't say anything.
"Anyways, I have already enrolled you in a school. It's called Montgomery middle school and it looks like a really good school." I huffed in response. I really don't want to go to school. I hate school. That's when I get bullied the most, and I don't want to get bullied anymore.
"Honey, you'll love it. Please just give it a try." She told me, softer this time.
"But I hate school. Why can't I just stay here, or be home schooled?" I asked, hoping that she'll take up one of those suggestions. She didn't.
     "Because public school is a lot better, and you'll make a lot of friends. You need to start being more social with people."
       "But I don't like being social." I mumbled, not expecting her to hear me, but she did anyways.
      She sighed, "you're going to school, and that's final. It starts next week." She finished, not saying another word about it.
     I groaned loudly, making sure she heard.
     "If I hear you groan one more time, going to school will be the least of your worries!" She yelled after me.
      I just rolled my eyes in response, even though she didn't see it.
           I really fucking hate school and she can't make me go if I don't want to.