My Sister Saved My Life (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Overprotective Sisters -37-

~Kenzie's POV~ 

"Molly, come with me. Kenz, stay with Heather." Demi said, walking to the back porch with Molly, which I didn't even know we had. 'Man I need a tour of this place.' 

I sat down on the couch, turning to face Heather. "What's up Heath?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows. 

"What are your intentions with Molly?" Heather asks, a really serious look on her face. 

"Uhm, well, I wanna marry her one day." I simply state. 

"Continue." Heather replies. 

Taking a deep breath, I tell her the same thing that's been on my mind since that first night in treatment. 

"I want to marry your sister. The moment I met her, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She makes me strong. She's the reason I haven't relapsed since be-" 

There was a knock on the door. 

"Heath, who all knows we're here?" I ask, slowly standing up from the couch. 

"Nobody. Demi didn't get a chance to talk to her family yet." Heather replied. 

McKenzie! I know you're in there! I told you I'd find you!" A voice yelled. 

"Mark." I whispered. "And not the one from Glee."

I ran to the backyard, catching the attention of my girlfriend and my sister, but luckily finding my softball bat. 

"Kenz, what's going on?" Demi asks, following me back into the house. 

"Mark." I state, then turn to Molly and Heather, "Go to a room that's the farthest away from the living room. I'll come get you when it's all over and I'll explain." I commanded. 

"No, it's my job to protect you. I'm staying right here." Molly protested. 

I smiled a little at her cuteness. "No matter how cute that was, you're not staying here. I love you." I said, pecking her lips before Heather drug her somewhere else in the house. 

"I'll call the police." Demi said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. 

I quickly run upstairs and grab my softball bat from behind my door. Quickly skipping down the stairs, I find Demi on the phone with the police and Mark trying to break down the door. 

"Shit." I whisper, "Dem, we gotta do something. Maybe if I just talk t-"

"No. I don't want him anywhere near you. He's hurt you before, what makes you think he won't do it again?" Demi asked, hanging up the phone. "Police said they'd be here within a few minutes." 

"Dem, he was drunk when he hit me. He's not drunk this time, I can tell. Please, just lemmie talk to him. I'll let you hold my bat." I said, holding the bat out for her to grab. 

"No. I'm not giving him another chance to hurt you." Demi said, grabbing the bat anyway. 

As she finished her sentence, the door was broken down. We were greeted by the evil grin of my ex boyfriend. 

"I knew you were in here McKenzie. I've missed you." Mark said, slowly creeping towards me. 

He lunged for my arm, but Demi hit him in the ribs with my bat before I had realized what had even happened. I was stunned for a moment, but quickly shook it off. 

"What the fuck are you doing here Mark? I said I was done and I meant it. You need to leave. Now." I say. 

"No. I came here to get you back and I'm not leaving until I do." Mark said, standing up and pushing Demi out of the way.

"Mark! Stop. I'm happily taken, you're too late. Even if you would've been here earlier, I wouldn't have taken you back. You're an asshole and you need help. Please get out." I said calmly, helping Demi up and making sure she was okay. 

"McKenzie, I love you. Please, I'm sorry. I'll change. Just give me one more chance." He said, attempting to wrap me in a hug. 

I pushed his arms away, backing up a little. "Mark, stop. Seriously, you need to leave." I said, turning to look at who opened the door and looking at Heather, standing in complete shock. 

Mark took this opportunity to slap me, gaining my attention. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Luckily, as soon as he did, he was tackled. 

"Heather?! Get off of him, what are you doing?" I shrieked, pulling Heather off my ex boyfriend. 

"I'm not letting him hit you! You're another little sister to me, so stay with Molly, Demi and I have this under control." Heather says. 

"No, I'm not leaving you two alone with him. I know what his moves are, I've been through this before. I have it under control. Just go back to the other room, I'll call if I need help." I said, pushing past her and Demi, standing between them and Mark. 

"No, we're not leaving you alone with him. Not happening McKenzie." Heather said, looking at Demi for back up.

"She can take care of herself," Looking at me, "We'll be right around the corner." Demi said, dragging Heather around the corner, much to her displeasure. 

"What the fuck are you doing here Mark?" I ask, grabbing the bat that lay by the couch. 

"I want you back." He said, trying to get closer to me. 

I hear sirens outside, took them long enough. 

"No Mark, you're too late. Leave, or you'll be escorted out by my friends here." I said, pointing to the two police officers walking into the house. 

"They touch me, I pull the trigger." Mark said, pulling out a gun. 

"Shit. Mark, where the fuck did you get that?!" I shrieked. 

"Doesn't matter. Now, I want you back and I intend to get you back, no matter what the cost." Mark says. 

"Mark, stop. Please. I know the last thing you want to do is hurt me, so please put the gun down." I said, making the huge mistake of lifting the bat up to protect myself. 

Mark was tackled, three bullets were fired. One hitting him, and two hitting two other people.  

"I couldn't let you get hurt knowing I could've stopped it." Molly said, before passing out. 

That's when I realized - she'd taken a bullet for me. 

"Kenz, you got shot!" Demi screamed. 

"I told you we should've stayed in here with her." Heather mumbled as she dialed 911 for Molls and I. 

That was the last thing I heard before everything around me turned black.

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Oh shit. DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Sorry it's kinda short. 

Will Kenzie and Molly live? What about Mark? How do you think Kenzie's family will react to her getting shot? 

Find out in the next chapter. Which you'll get in...let's say, 75 votes and 25 comments. Think you guys are up for the challenge? 

I love you guys! Stay Strong!