Torn

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Demi's POV

I uneasily watched Annie poke around at her breakfast. Maybe it's because I slightly burnt it, maybe it's because there's something consuming her mind. Or it could be that it's six am.

I bet I know what it is.

She's so obsessed with this black car thing. I think sense she's in love with crime shows, she's making this a bigger deal than what it is. She's so obsessed with actually having something crime worthy and exciting, she's over doing the whole situation.

Anyway, I have to get to the studio bright and early. Wilmer came home last night, and sense he isn't fully moved in, he spent the night at his house last night to get more clothes and things to bring over here. Sense Annie refuses to say home alone, she has to come with me until Wilmer wakes up and comes to get her.

"Annie, are you done?"

She looked up and nodded, then pushed her plate forward. "I'm gonna go get dressed."

I grabbed her plate and threw the remains in the trash, then set it in the sink.

Sighing, I thought of what else I have to do before we leave. Oh yeah. I have to send out an email to my publicist but I like to use my computer for that stuff. It's dead. I'll just go use Annie's.

I ran upstairs to her room where she was frozen in front of her closet.

"What?" I asked, walking over to her bed.

"My stuff is rearranged." She said. "My stuff... Is rearranged!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a look at her tornado trashed closet. "It looks the same to me."

"No. My converse are always on the right side, now they're in the back. My crew necks are always on the left side, now some are on the right. Someone came in here."

I shrugged. "It could've been Madison."

"No, she hasn't been over here in a while." She said.

I started walking over to her bed to use the computer as I let out a laugh, "Oh no. Do you think it's the black car?"

She threw her hands out, "Yeah?" She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I opened her laptop and looked at her, "No one was in here."

"For someone who claims to be a crime show expert, you're really bad at real life ones."

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the computer. When it came to life, she had a split screen- half of Google searches of black Honda Civic and the other half are sells of that car in California. She has taken this to the extreme. Way to far.

"Okay." I declared. "This is enough."

"What?" She asked.

I turned the screen so she could see it and began exiting out her tabs. "No. This is absolutely ridiculous."

"Mom! Quit! I had all that up and I was so close to finding out who that is!" She yelled at me.

"Annie, this is not Pretty Little Liars. This is real fucking life. You shouldn't be playing around like this. It's time to quit! This is literally so ridiculous!" I yelled back, slamming the laptop closed.

"It's not ridiculous! This is serious, mom! Someone broke into our house! How are you not freaking out?!" She asked, flabbergasted.

"Someone didn't come in here! If they did, why did they come just to move your stuff around? Nothing adds up and it doesn't make sense! You're overreacting and being way over dramatic!"