Wilmer Valderrma's Daughter

Ch. 1

Demi's pov

"So this is Ariana, she's 4, and-" the social worker starts but I zone out as I watch the scared little girl make her way towards me. Her blanket is wrapped around her shoulder, she clutches a brown stuffed animal puppy, and she drags a pillow case and ribbon beside her.

I give her a gentle smile and she stares at me nervously, "Hi sweetheart. Can I hold you?" I ask.

I watch her thumb enter her mouth as she looks at me with fear in her eyes, but walks closer to me. I pull her gently into my lap and adjust the blanket better on her body.

"The important things you need to know about Ariana is she's a type 1 diabetic. The 4 items with her she has to have with her when she sleeps. Those are all her comfort items. The ribbon, the blanket, coco the dog, and the pillow case. She has nightmares and they are extremely bad. She is mute, she doesn't talk. And she does fear males. Her step dad abused her so bad that she can't be left in a room with a male no matter who it is, unless there's a female with her." I hear once I tune back into the conversation.

"How bad was she abused?" Wilmer asks concerned about his daughter. Yes, his daughter. We break up for a few months 1 year into our relationship and he fucks some random girl and gets her pregnant. He claims to have never known, but I'm not so sure. But what I do know is I can't blame little Ariana for anything. Poor girl isn't at fault here.

"Physical abuse, emotional abuse, and sexual abuse. Her birth mom had no idea because Ariana never said anything and her never saw anything. A drunken argument between her and Ariana step dad lead to her mom getting shot. He abused Ariana to the point of coma before he just fled. Neighbors heard the gunshots and called police. Police walked in an unconscious Ariana. Took her 3 months to wake from it." The social worker says.

I look down at the little girl in my lap who's just staring up at me. Her brown eyes are just staring at me with so much confusion, as if she doesn't get what's happening. Her long dark brown hair is a tangled mess from not being brushed properly in a while. As I look down at her tan skin I can see the scars of her story.

"It's all going to be ok. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now because you're going to live here forever. And no one will ever be able to hurt you again because I won't let them." I say softly.

I feel her relax in my lap a little bit and I wrap one arm around her. I expect her to flinch at my touch, but she doesn't.

Wilmer and the social worker talk back and fourth for a little bit before she leaves. I gently rub Ariana's back to comfort her as confusion and nervousness hits her. Of course I'd be nervous too if I were in her position. There's a lot of people in the room. And I don't think she's aware of who I even am so I know she doesn't know anyone in the room.

"That's my sisters Dallas and Madison, my parents, and then there's Stephanie and Marilyn who are your daddy's sisters, then his parents are next to him, and that's Marilyn's son Christian. Then those are my friends Nick, Kevin, and Joe. They are all brothers." I say pointing around the room.

"And my name is Demi. I'm you step mom." I say last.

I get a tiny nod from her and I put her tangled hair behind her ear and look at the stuffed animal that stays close to her as she keeps her thumb in her mouth.

"Do you like real dogs?" I ask.

She gives me another small nod and I smile, "Big ones?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Small ones?" I ask and get a nod.

"Do you want to see some small dogs? I have 2, they are really nice." I say.