Everything Would Change

Here Comes Trouble

Mac's POV

It's been a week since the bathtub and Demi and I really hadn't been speaking. She was gone a lot, more than usual, and when she was home she stayed in her room. I had apologised for snapping at her and for what had happened but nothing had changed. 

Max was around on nights where Demi was home late, so basically every night, and Demi was onto her 3rd bottle of anti-depressants.

She had her performance tonight on X Factor, she hadn't spoken to me before she left but I know she was stressed and sick. I was expecting a call any minute now from Kelly saying Demi needs me. Max was with her too so Marissa was coming over in the next half an hour.

I decided to text Max to check on Demi, if I text her she just says 'I'm fine' or 'Don't worry about me' which isn't exactly easy to do when you know she taking a bottle a day of anti-depressants but won't stop filming. I was planning on talking to Marissa tonight about it, which I couldn't decide would be good or bad.

M: Hey Maxy, How's Demi doing?

Maxy: Hey kid, she's okay I think, but I'm going to call you from her phone anyway

M: Okay, call away

Just as Demi's phone call come through I spotted a text from Marissa, I quickly hit answer and put the phone on speaker so I could open the text.

"Hey Kid, it's Max. I'm going to pass you to Demi now okay?"

I nodded and mumbled a mmhmm while reading Marissa's text.

Mar: Hey Kid, on my way be there in 10 x

I walked down stairs, taking my phone of speaker, and sat down in the lounge.

"B-baby g-girl?"

I couldn't stop the frown that took over my face "Mom? What's going on?"

Demi's POV

I ran my hands through my hair for the millionth time and reached for my bag only to have Kelly smack my hands away and hand me a phone "Demi, c'mon get it together, answer the phone" I looked at her and saw a face full of pity. I hated seeing pity, I didn't deserve it. "B-baby g-girl?"

I could hear the worry in her voice as soon as she answered "Mom? Are you okay?" my heart melted at the use of mom but my mind immediately started telling me I didn't deserve to be called mom, that I wasn't good enough for her.

"B-baby, I c-can't do the p-performance tonight" I heard her breathe out before replying "Mom, yeah you can, you're the best singer I know and you'll do amazing! You can do this mom; I believe in you okay?" I took a shaky breath "B-but I'm s-sick and I h-haven't been a-able to w-warm up because of m-my anxiety. I'll s-sound all p-pitchy and y-yuck and then I'll l-lose all my f-fans and everyone will h-hate me"

"Mom that's not possible, your fans adore you and one performance will never change that, you can do this mommy okay?" I felt my heart stop at the use of mommy and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes while I listened to my daughter "You'll do amazing, and I love you no matter what. So, go out there and slay like I know you will, you can do this mom" I smiled and gave myself a small nod.

"Demi it's time, you have 2 minutes, let's get you where you need to be" I nodded and opened my eyes "Mom, you can do this okay? Be strong for me, I love you" I smiled and nodded "O-okay baby, I love you too" Kelly took the phone from me and smiled "I have to go back now Demi, breathe okay you can do this"

...

As I stepped off stage I felt the weight, that the performance had taken from my shoulders, fall down heavy in my stomach. I had sounded terrible; my voice wouldn't do what I wanted it to and I was sick which meant my words were all mumbled. I turned down the hall trying to get away as fast as I could when I felt a hand on my shoulder.