Mom?

Chapter 9- Edited

Previously on Mom?

"Alright guys. I have had so much fun tonight and-,"

I took a sip of my water.

"And I think for the last song we need to bring someone up here."

I smirked and the crowd started to chant 'Demi'

She walked up onto the stage smiling.

"Allyna." I heard someone slur from backstage

I turned around to see someone I never wanted to see ever again

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I handed Demi my mic and I walked backstage. 

***Trigger Warning***

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

"So, you wanted to see me? Couldn't you have maybe dressed nicer and not showed up drunk?" I snapped.

"You do not get to talk to you're father like that." He said as he slapped me.

I gasped and grabbed my cheek as Bea watched from a distance, ready to jump in and defend me if I needed it.

"I don't get to talk to you like that, but you get to hit me? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. I want you back. All Demi is going to do is hurt you."

"No she isn't. And if she does, it won't be on purpose, like you just did."

Nick punched me in the nose, and punched me in the ribs. I fell over and Nick stepped on my knee as he climbed on top of me. He started to punch me repeatedly. Out of nowhere, I felt someone pull Nick off of me.

He spat blood out, from where I punched him in the mouth as self-defense.

Max walked over and helped me up off the ground. I heard someone's heels clicking and I tried to turn around, but Max stopped me, preventing me from accidentally hurting myself more.

Demi walked into my eye sight and gasped at my face. "Someone call 911." She turned around to look at Nick.

"I'm fighting for full custody, bitch." Nick slurred through his drunken haze.

Wilmer walked up and punched Nick in the face. Hard. "Don't you ever lay a hand on Allyna ever again."

"Please don't make me go with him, Momma." I whimpered, in fear and pain.

"Like hell I'm letting you take my daughter away from me after you just beat her up."

"She's our daughter, remember?"

"No, she's mine. Goodbye, Nicholas. I'll see you in court." Demi took some pictures of me for court incase we needed them.

***End Trigger Warning***

Security carried him out as Bea walked on stage. She explained that something had come up, and that the launch party was over. People started leaving as the ambulance came. I got loaded onto a stretcher, as I started to feel dizzy and faint. Before I passed out, I faintly heard Demi telling Max and Bea to take her car as Demi and Wilmer got into the ambulance with me.

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My eyes fluttered open to see Wilmer sitting in a chair with Demi's head on his lap and her feet curled up on the other chair next to her. 

"Ugh." I moaned as my head was pounding.

"Fez?" I whispered as my throat was too dry to speak louder.

His eyes fluttered open and I smiled weakly.

"Hey, princesa. How are you doing?"

"I'm in pain." I groaned out.

"Ok. Let me go get the doctor." Wilmer said.

Wilmer carefully slid Demi's head off his lap and he went and got the doctor.

"Ok. You're awake. Perfect." The doctor boomed as he walked into the room.

I winced at his loud voice and I looked to see Demi as she slowly sat up, looking annoyed.

"Can you please keep your voice down? My head is pounding and you just woke my Mother up." 

He nodded and Demi looked over at me, smiling.

"Ok. So, Allyna. You have 2 cracked ribs, a broken nose, a partially shatter knee cap and a partially shattered meniscus. and a partially fractured left wrist."

I gasped in shock, now noticing the cast on my wrist and my knee.

"What does this mean?"

"You'll be in a wheelchair for about 3-4 months and then physical therapy for 6-8 months depending on how well you progress."

I nodded slowly, as I came to the reality that my own father did this to me.

No, he doesn't deserve that title.

"So, Ms. Lovato, if you can sign your daughter's discharge papers, we can start getting her ready to leave." he said.

A short, but pretty nurse walked in and started to help me with everything.

"Huh. So, you're Allyna?"

"Yeah. What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's just that you look very mature for your age. When Dr. Michael was telling me about Allyna Lovato, the 15-year old in room 2, I just imagined someone who would look younger for your age."

"What's your name?"

"Williams, Alyssa Williams."

"You have a pretty name, Alyssa."

"Thanks. So do you."

Alyssa helped me unhook everything, and helped me through the process of pulling my IV out of my hand. She helped me into the wheelchair and then she pushed me out to Demi's car, Wilmer and Demi following. 

I got helped into the car and then Wilmer put the wheelchair in the trunk. We got home and I got helped into the house. I got up and sat in the chair.

"Ally. Honey. There's something I need to tell you and I don't think your going to like it very much." Demi said to me.

Word Count: 907

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Stay Strong
Cassie