fix me (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

chapter 3

leah's pov

"daddy, daddy please stop it!"

I cry and yell but nothing can stop him from hatting me. he just keeps going. from thursday till today ,sunday, the only thing he did is drinking and beating me up and I can't handle it anymore. today is even worse than the days before. he has been drinking all nigt and day. I have bruises everywhere, he hit my nose that often that I think he might be broken and I can barely walk because he hit my stomach and back to often but still I can't blame him anything. the only one who I blame something is my mother.well she don't deserves the name 'mom' or 'mother'. she shouldn't have left us. she is the fault that my twin sister killed herself. she is the fault that my father start drinking and abusing me. she is the fault that I am such a mess. she made the mistake with giving birth to me. maybe I am the mistake.maybe it's just all my fault. maybe I am just the fault it self.

"worthless. you know that word? you probably do because that is all you are" dad says with a last slap in my face before he finally leaves me alone. yeah he was ,I was right, right it is all my fault. I am just a mistake.

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monday morning. ugh I hate Mondays so much and no I don't hate them because of why most people hate mondays. I just hate iMondays because I will get beaten up again, and no not only by my father this time, the people at school will do it too and oh they will also see what my father did to me this weekend and you probably think that they will show some compassion but no they just make fun of it. and ugh I have to go to Demi today. most people would be happy if they had a chance to go to Demi Lovato but believe if she was your therapist you wouldn't be excited to go meet Demi Lovato. going to your therapist is never excititng. 

"hey Leah. your nose is red. is it because you drank from your dads alcohol or because he slapped you there?"

I turn around and walk away from the people who said it. guess hell already started. I walk to my lockerwith my head down trying to avoid the bullies. but avoiding bullies isn't that easy if every single person on this school bullies you. I accidently bumped in to someone

"ohh sor... ohh it's just you worthless piece of shit, walk somewhere else next time." he says and walks away. I feel tears coming up and my eyes and continue my walk to my locker. I don't know what I ever did to those people here. I guess it's just because I am who I am. worthless. that's all. that's what everybody told me. and they are right.

I pick up my books and I can continue my walk to class without any problems. I sit myself down and put on my headphone since I have to sit alone. I always sit alone. everyone want to stay away from me. the only way they like touch me is with slapping and kicking. that's all I deserve.

I sigh happily when it's 2 O'clock and I am finally allowed to go because I can skip my last two classes because I have an appointment with Demi in a quarter. I walk out of the school but I'm so stupid not to think about Kyra Jameson. Kyra the biggest bully in my life.

"well well look who we have there, our little piece of trash. are you skipping class, you badass?"

"I'm not."

"where you going then?" she says with a slap in my face

"not o-of y-your b-business." I say stuttering.

"do you have a big mounth, you worthless? how dare you have a big mounth to me? Jake come here I need you" 

ohh no not Jake he's the boy with the most muscles in  he entire school and if he hi... 

"au!" I scream by feeling someone slapping my nose. guess it's Jake. I kicks me in my stomach at the same place where hit me this weekend. they leave me alone after a few more kicks in my stomach. I'm trying to get up but I can barely walk. for fuck sake why me? why always me?

I slowly walk ,well it is more crawling then walking, to my bike. I'm already 5 minutes to late for my appoitment with Demi but I don't care because she probably don't want to see my like this. I get on my bike and cycle slowly ,but still as fast as I can, to therapy centre.

Demi's pov

it's been 10 minutes since my appointment with Leah and she is still not here. I start getting worried. I mean ofcourse maybe Leah is just one of hose persons who is always late but I have a feeling inside me that something is wrong. really wrong.

I walk to the secretary and ask her if she has seen a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes but she shakes her head. I massage my fore head to think. I walk outside the therapy centre and that's when I see it. that's when I see her. she lays on the ground like some garbage. I run to her.

"Leah, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry that I'm late, Demi."

"it's okay baby, just tell me what happened."

"I-I c-can't walk a-anymore Demi, I c-can't" she stutters before she pass out. blood is coming out of her mounth.

for fuck sake what am I suppose to do now. I was a singer, a therapist now but I have never been a nurse. I'm fucking home schooled.

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 heeee guys,

I know it's kinda short... I'm sorry. it felt like this was crap but I promiss it's gonna be better. I've some idea's for this story and that's why this has to happen. anyways thank you al for reading it means a lot to me. kepp giving me feedback :) stay strong and don't forget to smile 

xx Maritha