The Preacher's Daughter

Postpartum Depression.

A few weeks later~

Joe.

It's been a few weeks since the accident and since Lydia was born. I can't believe our baby is here. I felt different now that I'm a father. I feel a responsibility. Demi was still traumatized from killing that kid.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out of my room, "going to visit your daughter, daddy?" Nick joked. I rolled my eyes. I kept making fun of me since. 

"Yeah, can one of you guys drive me to Demi's?" I still was not able to drive. Aydan volunteered. We got in the van and he drove me to Demi's.

"Is she getting any better?" Aydan lit up a cigarette.

I shrugged, "I hope so. She's taking care of my daughter. I'd kill her if she killed Lydia." I looked out the window. I wondered if I meant it.

"She needs help." Aydan pointed out the obvious.

"I know, but she won't do it. She already went to rehab...she needs it again." he pulled into the driveway.

"Good luck, dude." we knuckled punched and I got out. I took a deep breath and went inside. The lights were off. The house was a mess. God, Selena left her alone with Lydia.

"Demetria!?" I heard a baby crying. I ran upstairs and saw Lydia in her crib, crying. "DEMI!" I yelled.  I ran and picked up Lydia. She needed a diaper change.

"Dammit, Demi," I mumbled under my breath, "I'm sorry Ly. I'll get you clean." I laid her down on the changing table. I changed her quickly. She stopped being fussy. I laid her back on the crib. 

"I'll be back." I ran to Demi's room, "this is getting so fucking old!" I slammed her bedroom door.

"What? You coming over here and checking on me? It is getting old." She glared.

"I'm not checking up on you. I could care less. I'm checking up on OUR daughter. How long as she been crying, Demi!?"

She didn't answer me.

"How. long!? I asked you a question! Answer it!" I raised my voice.

"A while, I guess." she looked at me, she looked exhausted, drained, and sick.

"A WHILE?! SHE NEEDED A CLEAN DIAPER, DEMI! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED MY DAUGHTER!" I pointed it at her.

"SO?! I DON'T WANT IT. WE KILLED A KID, I DON'T CARE IF LYDIA DIES." she yelled back.

"You're so fucked up. She's a baby. She depends on you. You need to get over this postpartum depression because I'm hating you right now. I'm taking her tonight."

"No, you're not! She's mine!" she hissed.

I rolled my eyes, "you said you didn't want it. I'll see you later, Demi." I walked out and walked home.

I didn't say a word but I got the keys to the van and got in. I'm breaking the doctor's rules. I don't care, I need to drive myself.

I drove to the nearest Babies-R-Us. I went inside and went to cribs. I found the cheapest crib. It actually was a 4 in 1. I thought it was a good deal. I put it in the cart. I found a cheap changing table. I got some clothes and diapers and other things. I got looks of course. I got it all in the car and drove home.

"What the fuck, dude!? You aren't supposed to drive!" Wesley ran outside. I didn't say anything. I opened the trunk and carried the box with the crib inside to my room.

"What the fuck?" he followed me into my room.

"A crib!? No, no, no, don't tell me you're going to take care of Lydia here. IN THIS house?! It's killing the vibe. You know we like to fuck and smoke weed."

I glared, "that vibe is getting old. Besides. This is just temporary. I'll be finding my own space." I walked away to get the other things.

"So where is Lydia?" Wesley followed me along with Nick.

"That's my next step. I'm going to get these setup, then I need your help tonight to get her. Please."

"Fine." They agreed, I was kind of shocked.

Demi

I did not need help. I'm fine. I groaned as I heard Lydia cry once again. I ran to her bedroom, "do you ever just shut up!?" I looked at the baby.

She kept crying, "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" I yelled at her and the cry seems to gotten louder.

"HEY!" Selena ran in, "stop it!" she picked up Lydia.

"She keeps crying..." I looked at her.

"That's what babies do when they need something...just leave, I'll take care of it." she sighed. I left the room and went to my bedroom. I ended up falling asleep for the first in forever.

~~

Selena knocked on my door, "wake up. Let's get something to eat." 

I sat up on my bed, "does she have to come?"

Selena shook her head, "no. C'mon." we left the house and got in the car. We drove off. I looked in the mirror and saw these guys climbing out of a window at our house. They had Lydia. 

"STOP THE CAR!" I yelled. Selena slammed on the breaks.

I got out and ran towards the van, "YOU HAVE MY BABY!!!" they darted out of my driveway and drove way.

I realized who it was. "Joe has my baby!!" I looked at Selena, who is now parked in the driveway.

"I know.."

"YOU HELPED HIM TAKE MY BABY! HOW DARE YOU!?" I pushed her.

"I'm helping you! You need help, Demi!" Selena sighed. I ran inside to my bedroom. I locked my door. 

I didn't say a word. I couldn't believe my best friend teamed up with Joe. I felt backstabbed. I didn't need help. I looked in the mirror. The reflection of me wasn't what I wanted to be. 

"I don't need help." I kept repeating this to myself, maybe because I wish it was true.

~~ 

The next morning, I got up and dressed. I left Selena a letter then I drove to a rehabilitation center.

I walked in, looking at the ground, I felt ashamed of myself. Why am I back here again!? 

"I'm Demetria Devonne Lovato and I'm here for help. I have Postpartum Depression."