Mac's POV
When Demi left, I found a towel and took a quick shower, then went back to my room to find a concert tee and giant sweatpants on my bed. I put them on and put my hoodie on over my shirt and walked downstairs. I need to eat something. I'll purge later. I promised myself that.
I got downstairs and the kids weren't there yet and Nick had gone home, so it was just Demi and I. She looked up an smiled at me. I walked over and sat down. She sat down next to me and said, "What is is with that hoodie?" I didn't really know how to explain it, considering I couldn't tell her i just wore it to cover my cuts, so I just said, "I get cold really easily and this is my only jacket." Demi mouthed the word "Oh," and looked at me. "Can I hug you?" She asked. I was surprised. I don't know how long it's been since someone wanted to hug me. I nodded and she pulled me into the biggest hug in the history of the universe. There was something comforting about her that made me want to hug her back. So I did. I wrapped my arms around her, even though they only went halfway around her waist. At that moment I just wanted to cry and tell her everything. But I didn't. Because I can't. I can't because I won't let myself. Because then I would be weak. I need to be strong.
Demi's POV
After we ate dinner, I decided to walk Mac upstairs to her bedroom. She let me hold her hand and guide her up the stairs. She was exhausted. She'd had a long day, so I completely understood. I was exhausted too. I lead her into her room and she crawled under her covers. She closed her eyes, but then sat up suddenly. She got out of bed, went over to her bag, and got out a baby blanket and a stuffed lamb. I smiled as she got back into bed. A 14 year old who still sleeps with their baby blanket and stuffed animal. That's adorable. I tucked her in and gave her a hug, then walked out of the room. After I put the twins to bed I walked over to my own room like a zombie and fell into bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a scream coming from next door.
I jumped out of bed and raced into Mac's room to find her on her knees, rocking back and forth. She was cradling her forearm. Then I saw what she was holding. A blood-soaked razor blade. A tear escaped my eye. I couldn't just let this happen. She looked up with tears streaming down her face. She had a pleading look in her eyes that made me just want to hug her. I knew she was hurting and I had to get her cleaned up. I picked her up not caring that blood was getting on my shirt and carried her downstairs into the bathroom. I got my emergency relapse kit out from under the sink and started to clean her up. She was sobbing, not screaming anymore. I bandaged her arm after the cuts stopped bleeding and realized that Mac was hyperventilating. She was having a panic attack. I quickly took her to the couch and held her head to my chest. "Hear my heartbeat, Mac?" She nodded. "Good. Focus on that. Match my breathing." I took deep breaths until her breaths matched mine. I carried her upstairs into my room. She was light. Too light for her age. This little girl had some major issues to work through.
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K so Demi knows about Mac.
Is that good?
Should Mac start calling Demi Momma or Mommy or Mom? If so when?
I hope you guys like this story!!!!!!!!
~Jay<3
