Help Me, Mom | Demi Lovato

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Alex's POV
The day I arrived was just me getting settled and getting my schedule. Amelia took away my blades when she found them in my suitcase.

"Okay, Tuesdays and Thursdays you have therapy with Joe at 2:30 PM." Amelia started explaining my schedule. I gave her a confused look. I don't understand why he would want to be called by his first name. "He prefers to go by his first name so he doesn't seem old." She joked back. The name Joe rang a bell and it scared me. There's Joe Jonas, but I know I met another Joe somewhere. That's when it hit me. My father's friend.

- TRIGGER WARNING/FLASHBACK -

I finally found you." I heard a creepy, but familiar voice say. "Turn around, beautiful."

I slowly turned around to face him and I dropped my phone, seeing who it was. "A-Aaron? I-I thought you were in p-prison." I choked out.

"I was. Some buddies bailed me out. We're going to have fun with you." Aaron smirked.

"W-We're?" I asked nervously. Two more men came out of the bushes. I prepared myself for the pain that was about to come. All three of them started to beat me.

"Having fun?" Aaron asked as he hit me harder. "Joe can make you have more fun. Ain't that right, Joe?"

"Oh, yeah." Joe said sexually as he started to unzip his pants.

"N-No!" I screamed as my breathing quickened. "N-Not again! P-Please!" I begged as I cried. Before Joe could do anything, sirens were heard in the distance. A bunch of cop cars pulled up near us.

- TRIGGER WARNING/FLASHBACK OVER -

"Alexis, are you still with me?" I heard Amelia's voice. I snapped back to reality and was looking into her concerned eyes.

"Uh, yeah. I prefer Alex." I told her.

"Of course. Anyways where was I.." Amelia looked at her clipboard. "Oh yeah, Tuesdays and Thursdays you have therapy with Joe. Everyone here gets their own therapist." She explained. "Making sense so far?"

"Yes, it is." I replied.

"Perfect. Every Friday is group therapy with other girls in your age group. You're expected to eat three meals a day and whatever is on your plate you eat. You're allowed showers every other day, but there is always going to be someone watching you to make sure you do nothing bad." Amelia spoke sweetly.

"Three meals?!" I panicked.

"Yes, three meals. It won't be so bad once you get used to them. I'll be the one making sure you eat." Amelia smiled at me. "On Saturdays everyone gathers in the cafeteria for movie night. Then Sundays, everyone gets to make one call home if they want to. I think that's all." She said while scanning her clipboard.

"Oh, wait! Bedtime is 9:30 PM on weekdays and 10:30 PM on weekends. Everyday you will all wake up at 8:30 AM. Sounds good?" Amelia asked, looking up from her clipboard.

"Yes, sounds good." I answered before Amelia left the room. Maybe if I act like I'm getting better, they'll send me home sooner. I don't want to be here anymore. Who's going to comfort me and sing me to sleep after I have a nightmare? Who's going to help me through my panic attacks? It's not going to be the same as my mom does it. My thoughts were interrupted when another girl walked into the room.

"You must be my new roommate." She looked over at me. She had long, straight brown hair, brown eyes, and she was really pretty.