The Day My World Crashed (SEQUEL TO MY NIGHTINGALE)

Five- No One Loves Me

I feel like all of you are getting sick of me starting off with Alison so...

~Demi's POV~

"So Demi I hear you've been working on your new album." The interviewer asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah I've been working on it for a while now, but it's still in progress of being made." I answered, I'm not fond of this interview and this is the only normal questions I've gotten. From accusing me of cheating on Wilmer to me being pregnant I wanted to rip my hair out.

"So it's been two years since your adoptive daughter Alison died,how have you've been coping? You're not self harming again because of her?" The interview asked and I clenched my jaw.

"Well Alison has not died and I don't want to talk about that subject." I said but that made her press on.

"You didn't deny your self harming? Have you really stooped so low?" She asked and I looked at Wilmer who was throwing glares at the woman.

"Can you please leave me alone you can ask questions but please do not interfere with my personal life." I said and looked at my manager.

"Demi will be leaving now." Max said into my mic and helped me out of my chair.

"Thank you for the interview." The woman said and I nodded.

"No problem." I clenched my jaw, forcing a smile as I walked out of the location.

"What's wrong with that woman?" Wilmer said replacing Max's arm on my waist with his.

"I know right? I wanted to hit her so bad." I confessed as we sat in the car.

"I was about to pull you out of there, I don't want her playing with your emotions." Wilmer said keeping his arm around me protectively and I felt my insides heat up at his concern.

"I love you so much." I said and kissed the side of his jaw.

"I love you too." he answered as he held the car door open for me.

~Alison's POV~

"Wow you really know how to cook Rosie." Maryanne told me as she finished off her second plate.

"It seems like you haven't had a real meal in so long." I noticed amused as she puts her dish in the sink.

"The last real meal I had was Thanksgiving at my parents house last year." Maryanne said, turns out she's nineteen and I guessed I'm nineteen too. So that makes us the same age, her parents are old and in love. She has a two older brothers but is the only girl of her family.

"I should cook more often then." I said helping her with the dishes.

"No let me do it, it's the least I can do." Maryanne said pushing my hands away. I forced them back in the sink and rolled my eyes.

"Annie it's literally two cups, two plates and a pot. It doesn't matter." I said as she scraped the pasta from the pot and put it in the dishwasher, and I put the plates while she took the cups.

"See no biggie." I said and she smiled at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Thank you so much." She said and I waved it off.

"They're just dishes." I told her as I pushed my hair to the back.

"No thank you for making me happy." She smiled with sincerity and I mirrored her expression.

"Well thank you for taking me in when I had no one else." I said and we hugged, I've been hugging her a bit too much. I didn't mind though, I pulled back from the hug when I heard a knock on the front door.