Help Me, Mom | Demi Lovato

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Alex's POV
"Alex!" Kenzie exclaimed running downstairs.

"Kenzie!" I exclaimed with the same excitement. "I missed you!" I fake pouted after we hugged each other.

"I missed you more!" Kenzie argued. I just agreed knowing she wins these kinds of fights on who misses each other more. "I got you a present! It's in my room!" She quickly dragged me up to her room.

"Woah!" I walked into Kenzie's room and saw a card with my favorite candy. I never had candy in a while, because I was trying to be skinny.

"Read the card." Kenzie stated. I picked up the card and read it to myself.

Dear Alexis Grace Lovato,

You're the sweetest person on this plant. I don't know what I would do without you. If you would've died that night, I wouldn't know what I would've done. I love you. I love you more than I love my dog, Maliboo. I love you more than you love singing. You get my point right? Alexis Grace Lovato, will you be my girlfriend?

- Kenzie

"I-I would love that." I stuttered as I blushed. Kenzie then pushed the candy off her bed and pulled me on it, and we kissed each other passionately.

The moment was interrupted by my phone ringing. Unknown Number. I wonder who that could be.

I answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, Alexis. It's Alice." Alice. The one who helped Trevor show my cuts to the school.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous. Kenzie was intently listening in on the conversation.

"We just wanted to say that you're a sick piece of shit." Trevor's voice said next through the phone.

"Why haven't you thrown yourself off a cliff yet?" Alice asked.

"Just hang yourself in your room, fat bitch!" Trevor shouted. I held back the tears as I hung up the phone.

"I'm going to go home.." I told Kenzie.

"I thought your Mom was going to pick you up?" Kenzie asked as she pulled me into a hug.

"Just text her I'm walking home.." I said quietly. I ran out of Kenzie's room and outside. I slowly trudged my way home. As if my day couldn't get any worse, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Well, well, well." A familiar voice spoke. He forcefully turned me around. Joe. My father's friend. "What is a little girl like you doing out here by yourself?"

"W-Walking home." I stuttered.

"You killed Aaron, you piece of shit!" Joe shouted as he backed me up against a wall.

"L-Leave me alone! P-Please!" I begged desperately, not wanting to get hurt again. Why am I so weak?

Joe ignored my desperate pleas for him to leave me alone and came closer. He raised his hand and before I had time to react, he slapped me. He kicked me and I fell onto the concrete ground, crying in pain.

Joe kicked me repeatedly. He was hardhearted, merciless. I wailed as every single kick kept me wondering why this world was so cruel. What did I do to deserve this?

"Get away from her!" I heard an unfamiliar voice shout. Joe immediately stopped and took off running. I looked up to see a slightly dark skinned man, looking like he was my Mom's age. "Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down in front of me.

"Depends.. do I know you?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, no. I'm friends with your Mom. My name is Max Ehrich. I heard a lot about you."