Old Ways - A Demi Lovato Fanfiction

Chapter 5 - Chain Reaction

Demi's Pov

I made my way home and quietly opened the front door. I walked through the house after locking the door and went up to where Olivia and I slept. I entered the bedroom and I was shocked when I found Olivia sitting bolt upright in bed, seeming disappointed.

"Where were you?" she asked, trying to stay calm

"Umm..." I replied, trying to think of a way of putting the idea of me going to a party, lightly.

"Were you are a party?" she sighed

"Yes" I sighed back as I walked around and got into bed

"Why?" she asked

"I don't actually know" I sighed as I thought of what my friend did

"HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?" Olivia said, raising her voice a little and seeming very disappointed and nearly angry

"It wasn't my fault" I quickly replied

"So, that's a yes?" she sighed

"Yeah, it is" I confirmed

"What on earth were you thinking?!" 

"I don't know" I sighed

I know Olivia has always wanted children and me being pregnant probably has made her happy, she's probably hoping I'll keep the baby and not put it up for adoption. I'm undecided because I don't know if I can look after a child; I can barely look after myself and that was evident by going out tonight.

"What pregnant women goes out and drinks?" Olivia said in frustration

"My friend spiked my drink" I replied "I went there determined not to drink and I told her no alcohol but she put a little in my drink, it was only a little so I wasn't able to taste it but I guess I'm a bit of a lightweight anyway so I felt the effects of it pretty quickly. I left the party as soon as I realised" 

"Those friends aren't really friends" Olivia commented, still seeming angry at me

I've never witnessed Olivia this annoyed and frustrated at me. She wasn't this annoyed even when I was partying loads and coming back extremely late. I guess because she has always wanted children, she's overprotective of my pregnancy and unborn child. 

"You need to seriously consider your health Demi" she said "It's not just you you're looking after at the moment"

There was a small silence before I sighed and said "I know. I need to come to terms and accept that this isn't going to go away, that I'll have to have a child and I need to look after myself from now on"

Olivia gave me a small smile "I'll help you. You know how much I want children, even after the baby is born, if you decide to raise it, I'll help you."

"Thank you" I replied as I gave her a small smile back 

The next morning I woke up determined to make this work, to make a change and to come to terms with the fact that a baby was growing inside of me. I'm around 8 weeks pregnant and I just feel so bloated all the time; right now my stomach aches, I don't know why but I decided to ask Olivia when she comes down for breakfast.

Just then Olivia walked into the kitchen. I had poured myself a small bowl of cereal and was just about to add the milk. 

"Morning" Olivia greeted

"Morning" I groaned

"What's up?" she asked

"My stomach aches" I replied

Olivia's face turned into a somewhat concerned look. "What sort of ache?" she asked "Not pain I hope?"

"No, not pain, just like a stretching achy feeling" I replied

"Maybe your womb is stretching because the baby is growing?" she suggested

I looked down at my stomach and placed my hand onto it. It was hard and slightly rounded, it seemed like it had changed a little in the past few days. I told Olivia this and she said "That's good though" 

I didn't feel like it was a good thing. I always imaged that if I ever got pregnant (even though I never wanted to); that I would know who the father was. But I didn't; that is what made me sad and feel stupid and irresponsible for what I had done that had landed me in this mess.

"Yeah" I sighed as I turned around and poured the milk into my small bowl of cereal. I felt less determined to make a change now that i knew my body was changing. But, I needed to keep telling myself that it's not just me that I have to look after now. I have another human inside of me and as much as I didn't like it, I couldn't do intentional harm to another human being; unborn or not.

I grabbed my bowl once I had put the milk away and Olivia followed me into the living room. I sat down and began to eat slowly, trying not to think about my growing stomach.

I had always hated my appearance, which was another reason why I didn't want to get pregnant in the first place and also one of the reasons why I was finding it hard to come to terms with the pregnancy.

We sat there in silence which only made me think about things. I hadn't even noticed the scan picture on the fridge when I went to get and put back the milk. I think coming to terms with this pregnancy is going to be harder than I think.