Help Me, Mom | Demi Lovato

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Alex's POV

- TRIGGER WARNING -
"You little worthless piece of shit!" Aaron yelled as he abused me. Over and over again he would yell things and keep hurting me.

"S-Stop!" I yelled out. "H-Help me!" I tried calling for help, hoping someone would find me.

"Keep hurting her. She deserves it." A familiar voice said. It was Mom, talking to Aaron as he was hurting me.

"Why did you give birth to her anyways? You should've aborted her." Aaron said angrily. I whimpered in pain. "SHUT UP!" He yelled and punched me hard.

"It was a stupid decision of mine." Mom said.

"Kill yourself, freak."

- TRIGGER WARNING OVER -

"Alex? Wake up!" Someone said shaking me awake. I shot up in bed as I gasped for air. "Shh. It's okay. It was just a dream, baby girl." Mom held me in her embrace.

"L-Let go!" I screamed as I pushed myself out of her grip. I ran into the bathroom and smashed the razor. I was about to drag it across my arm but Mom grabbed it out of my hands and flushed it down the toilet.

"N-No!" I cried out. "I.. I needed it!" I let out a strangled sob as I collapsed in Mom's arms.

"Shh, shh. Breathe, baby girl." Mom held my head against her chest. She then started singing a song, to the tune of Hush Little Baby.

Hush little fighter
Don't you cry
Don't cut your arms
Don't say goodbye
Put down the razor
I know it's hard
But you will win this fight

Mom continued humming the tune as I fell asleep in her embrace.

Morning came way too quickly and I woke up next to Mom in bed.

"Good morning, baby girl." Mom cooed as she held me.

"Morning.." I spoke quietly.

"We have the last concert of the tour tonight." Mom said. "Are you excited?" She asked as she played with my hair.

"I don't know." I replied nonchalantly. "Can you perform with me? I don't want to perform by myself tonight." I said as I looked at Mom.

"Of course!" Mom smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?" She asked as she went to the tiny kitchen we have on the tour bus.

"Nothing." I replied.

"You have to eat something." Mom gave me a look. You know that look where you don't have a choice. "What about pancakes?"

"Can I have something small? Please?" I panicked.

"Sure.. we'll get you back into eating full meals slowly." Mom said. "Does some fruit sound good?" She asked as she pulled out various fruits from the fridge. I nodded and sat down at the mini table.

"No oranges. I hate oranges!"

"You think I don't know that? I'm your mother for crying out loud!" Mom joked.

"Are you though? Are you really? Where do I get my good looks from then?" I joked back.

"Gasp!" Mom pretended to be hurt. She placed a bowl of fruit in front of me. It included strawberries, slices of bananas, cantaloupe, and watermelon.