Chapter 4- Edited

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Previously on Mom?

"So, how much do you know about me?" Demi asked once we started driving.

"Your birth name is Demetria Devonne Lovato, but you go by Demi. You were born on August 20th, 1992 in Albuquerque, New Mexico. You grew up in Dallas Texas. You are Bioplar. You self-harmed and had an eating disorder. You had struggles with substance abuse. You have Stay Strong inked in on your wrist. You have sold 5 albums, Don't Forget, Here We Go Again, Unbroken, DEMI, the self titled album because you didn't know what else to call it, and Confident." I said.

Demi looked at me, shocked and the moment she took her eyes off the road, we swerved. I looked out the window to see a pickup truck barrel to us. 

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"Mom watch out." I shouted, as the truck slammed into the car.

The car was smashed and my leg got stuck, but I wasn't bleeding. I look over at Demi and she looked perfectly fine. A little scared, but fine.

"Ally, are you ok?" Demi asked.

"Yeah. My ankle is stuck but I'm not bleeding. Can you get out?" I asked her

"Yeah, why?" Demi asked.

"To check on the other driver." I told her.

Demi looked at me. "No. I need to stay here with you to make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine. I'm speaking, and if my leg wasn't stuck, I'd probably be walking.Please. I'll even leave my door open so if I need you, I can call your name." I told her.

Demi nodded.

I tried to open my door like I said I would, but it wouldn't budge. It was stuck. But, the windshield was shattered, so I could hear Demi and she could here me. I saw Demi walk over to the other car. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm so sorry. I haven't slept in 48 hours and I was trying to get home and I accidently swerved." He said.

The next thing I knew, I was at the hospital and Demi was looking me in the eyes. 

"Ms. Lovato. Your daughter has a sprained ankle. She will be on crutches for a week. She is also a little underweight, so just make sure she eats." I heard the doctor tell Demi.

No. No, No, No. She couldn't have found out. 

Demi walked in and she sat down as she pulled her phone out and going onto twitter. She took a selfie of us.

"Can I post this?" She asked me.

I took a deep breath and thought about it. Am I ready to be put into the spotlight yet?

"Go ahead." I told her.

@ddlovato: Y'all must be wondering why I am in the hospital, but I am fine. Ally here, she has a sprained ankle. Y'all must be wondering who she is, all will be revealed on Ellen, soon.

We got home and I sat on the couch. "Who is my father?" 

"Nick." Demi said.

"Really? Y'all are the perfect couple. Nemi!" I yelled.

"Nemi?" Demi asked.

"Yeah, Nemi is you and Nick's ship name." I told her as if it was obvious.

"What kind of ship name is Nemi?" Demi asked.

"Well, I mean, its better than the alternative, Dick. Imagine having your Lovatics run around yelling that everywhere." I told her.

"Allyna!" Demi shouted and playfully slapped me on the arm.

I giggled. "Hey, I'm just saying, Nemi is the all out better choice, by far."

"Ok, well, you can't fan girl over your father." Demi said as she let out her beautiful contagious laugh that caused me to start laughing, hard.

Once I got over my laughing fit, I wiped the tears from my eyes and I looked at her. "When do I get to meet him?"

"In a week, when we go to the studio." Demi said as she wiped the tears from her eyes as well.

Demi looked at the time on her phone and she stood up. "It's time for dinner. I'm gonna order from Olive Garden. What would you like?"

"Um, how about salad with Italian dressing on the side and a cup of Pasta e Fagioli." I told her as I went on my phone.

She nodded and went to call Olive Garden. 

I chose salad with the dressing because if I eat slow enough, then the dressing will shrivel up the lettuce, and it will look like more has been eaten then what I really ate. I didn't want to order soup, but I had to because I knew Demi wasn't going to let me just eat salad. And since we're eating it here, I don't have to eat the soup tonight. I can always eat it tomorrow, or not at all.

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Cassie



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