Mayara Lovato (a Demi Lovato f.f.)

- Chapter 8

"We need to talk, Mayara," Demi says.

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P.O.V. Mayara

Why are they looking at me like that? Their faces are full of concern.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask, trying to sound concerned myself.

"Mayara, listen. Dallas and I are really worried about you," Demi says gently.

I sit down next to Dallas, and Demi sits beside her.

"Why are you worried?" I sigh. I already know where this is going. Mom and I had the same conversation a little while ago.

Start Flashback

"Mayara, we need to talk," Mom said.
"Why won't you eat?"

I sighed. Why does she even care? Demi is her favorite, her number one.

"I just got my period, and I'm a little out of rhythm. I'll eat, I promise," I said, hoping she would believe me.

"Please... don't turn out like your sister," she said, walking away. She believed me... but still, everything always seemed to be about Demi. Why?

End Flashback

"May!" Dallas yells in my ear.
"Dal! Chill! I was just zoning out. Now I'm deaf!" I yell back. She mutters a quiet sorry.

"What were you thinking about?" Demi asks.

"Mom and I had the same conversation a while ago. I was just thinking about it," I answer honestly. She nods.

"Mom knows everything is fine with me and she says..." I stop myself.

"What does she say?" Demi asks.

"She says... uh..." I fumble for a lie, but my mind is numb.

"Spit it, May," Demi says firmly.

"She says she hopes I don't turn out like you. It's always about you. You're her number one child," I whisper.

Demi shakes her head.
"May, I'm not her number one child, believe me. Mom doesn't have favorites. Why does she think you'll turn out like me?"

"I don't know! She notices I haven't eaten enough or something, but I just got my period—that's why," I admit. Why am I always so honest?

Stop it... don't say anything more! Otherwise, they'll find out about us. Stupid whore!

I sigh loudly and lie back on my bed. Dallas has already left the room—luckily. Demi lies down next to me.

"Baby girl... you can tell me everything, okay?" she whispers.

I nod and bury my face in her neck.
"I love you, DemDem. I won't turn out like you," I say. Why do I keep making promises?

Because you're dumb.

Shut up!

"I love you too, MayMay. And please, promise me you'll tell me if something's wrong."

I nod.
"Little do you know..." I whisper as quietly as I can.

"What did you say?" she asks.
"Nothing!" Shit... why do I always talk out loud?

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