Miss Lovato

Its not abuse.. Is it?

"Hey sweetie wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah sure!"
"Which one? you can choose" she says pointing to her very large collection of DVDs that were in shelves stacked by her 68" tv.
I walked over too the movies and started to scan the films, one caught my eye! My favourite film as a kid!!
I picked it up and put it in the DVD player and then hopped on the couch. The film started to play "mitchie!". Demi turned to me and looked unimpressed, "camp rock? really? I don't wanna!" she said pouting.
"Yes really! I loved this film as kid an I know all the lyrics!!" "ughh" "please demiiii" I said putting on puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh fine! I hate this filmmm"
Who will I be started to play so I got up and started singing and jumping around the room, not realising Demi was recording me until she said "smile for the camera" "demi?!!" I grabbed her phone off off her and ran about her house as she was chasing me.
"I'm gonna get youuu" she promised.
I ran about giggling until Demi pounced on me. "Demi! g-g-get off m-e!!" I managed to get out between giggles. "Gimme my phone back you little monster" she started tickling me and wouldn't stop.
"Demi stop tickling me!" I said seriously, even though she couldn't take me seriously so she just burst out laughing.
Once she'd gotten her phone back from me she quickly checked the time. "Shit! it's 9:30! i'd better get you home lauren!" she said, panic lacing her voice.
"Woah demi chill! my mum will be fine with it.. she's probably out anyway.." I said "she's probably drunk anyway" I said mumbling it under my breath quietly. But apparently not quiet enough as Demi said "what? did you say she's going to be out getting drunk? Lauren you aren't telling me something!"
"My mum goes out drinking a lot. I guess you could say she's an alcoholic, she doesn't really care about me or my brother. My brother doesn't really need looking after though he's 22" I told her keeping my head down. I'm ashamed of my family. I don't want people to think that we're all druggies or anything.
"Hey Lauren, I can't let you go back there if she's going to be drunk, it's not safe babe.. is that how you got that bruise on your cheek?"
Woah what? ah I guess my bruise from when my mum hit me 2 nights ago with a bat she'd found was starting to show. "Uhh.. uhm no I fell down the stairs" I want to tell Demi but I don't want to get my mum in trouble. Fair enough she may beat me and hurt me but she's still my mum and I wouldn't want her to go to prison.
"Lauren, tell me the truth. Did your mum hit you or not?" she said sternly and firmly.
"I can't tell you demi, I don't want my mum to go to prison"
"Look Lauren if you are being hurt at home I can help you.. do you really want to live in a house where your being abused?"
"It's not abuse!" I shouted a little too viciously as Demi looked shocked.
"It's not abuse.. is it?" I said. A small tear fell down my face.

(A/N: sorry for the short chapter but I've been busy. I think I'm going to do a bit where Lauren ends up living with Demi.
What do you think of that? should I? or should I wait until later in the book?
PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT!!:D ~ Lauren)