The Preacher's Daughter

Much Better.

The Last Chapter.

~One year & a month~

I was finally out of rehab. I was healthy. I felt like me. I am free. I haven't felt happier. It was a long journey. I made some gay friends in rehab and we decided to become roommates. I loved the skin I'm finally in.

The 5th month was really hard because my father passed away, I had to get help while getting help because I felt like it was my fault. I wanted a new life, a new beginning.

I colored my hair back dark and cut it off.  I was going to get my Lydia back. I made Dylan and Jeffrey dress up as cops, I figured Joe wouldn't give her away easily. 

I took a photo of myself in the bathroom picture.

"Dems. Let's go. Jeff is getting turned on by this outfit, we gotta hurry." Dylan knocked on my door.

I laughed as I got my things together, "alright. Let's do this." we got in the car and drove to Joe's old place. I'm much better and I know I can do this and not fall into his trap. I got out with Dylan and Jeff and walked to the door. 

Jeff knocked on the door and Aydan answered.

"Demi!? Is that you?! Damn, you look hot!" I wanted to laugh, but I had to act seriously.

"Sir, we need to take Lydia. Demi has custody." Dylan looked at him. 

"Joe? Joe has her but he doesn't live here anymore. He finally got his shit together. He lives in 1203 Oakhill Dr." Aydan said, keeping his eyes on me.

"Alright. Thanks, sir." we walked back to the car. Jeff drove to the address.

"Are you sure you want to continue this?..." Dylan glanced over at me. I nodded my head. 

I let them continue to drive, once we got there, we walked to the house. It was a beautiful house. Now I was feeling nervous. I took a deep breath and got out with the boys. We headed to the door and knocked.

A red head with blue eyes opened the door. 

"Um...hello." the girl had a British accent.

"I'm Officer Jeff and that's my partner Dylan." Jeff stuck his hand out. She shook it with a smile.

"Sophie. Sophie Turner, soon to be Jonas." she giggled.  I held in my mouth from dropping.

"Well, um, is Mr. Joe Jonas here?" Dylan asked. She nodded her head and yelled for him.

There he was. He was just in his underwear. It was kind of hot.

"What is i-" he looked at me, then at the officers, "what's going on?" 

"We need Lydia. Demi has custody of her." Dylan told him, sternly. I suddenly felt my mind change. This felt wrong. 

"What? No. Sophie and I have taken care of her for a year. She's more mine than hers." Joe glared. 

"I'm sorry, sir. Get her to us or you'll be coming with us to the cellar." Joe had to think about it. 

"Joe, just get her. We'll take care of this in court." Sophie whispered. Joe shook his head at me and went to get Lydia.

He handed her over to me. "da-da? No!!" Lydia cried.  I tried to ignore it. We said thanks and walked to the car.

"Da-da!!! Ma-ma!!!" she screamed. She called Sophie her mom, I'm her mom. I got in the car with her still screaming. We drove off and Dylan and Jeff were laughing.

"We did it!!" they clapped. I made my choice final.

"We have to go back." I looked at Lydia.

Jeff and Dylan looked back at me, "WHAT!? You wanted this!" they couldn't believe it. I sighed.

"I know. I changed my mind...she loves Joe....even though he treated me badly...I can't do this to him...or her..." I sighed, "please, turn around." They did that.

"We're not walking back there. Good luck." Dylan said. I got out of the car and went to the door and knocked on the door. 

Joe answered this time and this time with clothes on, "what now? Want my house?" he glared.

"Here," I handed Lydia to Joe, "I'm sorry...she's yours...I'm sorry." I turned around and walked to the car.

I heard him sigh, "Demi," he said my name, making me turn around, "come to dinner tomorrow night at 8..." 

I shook my head no, I got in the car and they drove off.

~10 years later~

I was biting onto Joe's shoulder as he was penetrating in me. Surprisingly that day 10 years ago, it only took Joe 4 weeks to come back to me. We've been happy ever since. He got his shit together and we were great.

I'm 25 weeks pregnant with our baby boy. We live together but we both agreed to never marry each other, too much commitment, but we love each other more each day. I haven't spoken to my family since they don't approve, but Matt still keeps up with me.

"Mom, dad, are you ready? We have to get to church." Lydia knocked on our door. We do go to church, but we're less strict on our daughter. We are making sure she didn't end up like me. 

"Yes, Ly. We're putting out shoes on." Joe yelled out. He stood on his knees as he squirted in me. I bit my lip.

He pulled out and passionately kissed me. "I love you." he stood up and got redressed. I did the same.

"I love you more." I smiled at him.

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Sorry for the shocking news of being the last chapter and for it being so short. :(

But, I lost inspiration for it, I felt like the story was dragging and I felt like you guys did too.  I decided to end it instead of not continuing it, so that's that. 

There will be another story to take it's spot, I don't know what. It might be Love Again, Against The Law, or a new story that I thought of. You can comment below on what you want. 

Thanks for supporting me.

xxChloe.