Believe in Me

Chapter 37

A/N

I'm reposting this to see if I can get the restriction off of it. I might write a new chapter tonight.

Demi's POV

"Anna, I really need to talk to you about something," I started. She looked up to me concern flashing in her eyes.

"W-what is it? Are you going to take me to a group home or rehab? I'm sorry Demi, I really am. I couldn't control it! I tried to so hard! I thought you'd understand what it's like! Maybe I'd be better off in a-," I cut her off by placing my hand over my mouth.

"Woah woah woah. Slow down! I'm not going to send you anywhere. I do know what it's like and I know how hard it is to resist. That isn't what I need to talk to you about, although now that you mention it I do need to talk to you about why you did it, but that can wait," 

"Then what do you need to talk to me about?" she said looking slightly embarrassed and confused.

"Um, has anyone ever, you know, touched you inappropriately?" I asked feeling my cheeks burn. It's one thing to talk about sex with your friends and family and joke about it, but talking about something as serious as rape to a 13 year old you meet only a few months ago and are now responsible for is really difficult.

"Ew! Demi! Really!?!?!" Anna squealed. Of course she wasn't going to admit to being raped if I brought it up like that.

"Okay, sorry let me rephrase that. Do you remember what your dream was about last night?" I asked watching her suddenly get nervous.

"Uh yeah, why?" she asked shakily.

"Can you tell me what it was about?" 

"No," she snapped at me. She was still laying curled up into my arms. She started pushing away from me and getting really defensive.

"Fine, I guess we will do this the hard way then," I said sitting up and grabbing onto her. I sat her on my lab so she was facing me and her legs were wrapped around my hips. I grabbed firmly onto her waist so she couldn't break free. She winced in pain. Fuck. "Sorry baby, I forgot," I move my hands up to her shoulders and gripped onto her tight. "Okay, now I want you to answer my questions truthfully," I said. She nodded her head and moved her gaze down to her hands. "Anna, look at me when I talk," I said sternly. She reluctantly moved her gaze up to my face. I could tell she was trying to avoid eye contact. I sighed and continued. "Okay baby, was your dream about your dad?" I asked. She remained silent. I could see the gears turning in her head thinking of ways to get out of this conversation. Eventually she gave in and nodded. "You were talking in your sleep last night telling your dad and Bryon to stop, can you tell me what they were doing to you?" 

"No," she snapped again still avoiding eye contact. I could see her holding in tears so I took my hands from her shoulders and held her hands in mine. Her hands were so clammy. We both looked down to her hands before continuing. When we looked up her eyes meet mine and then she quickly moved her gaze to my nose. 

"Baby, why won't you look me in the eyes?" I asked.

"I um I don't know," she hesitated.

"Look baby, it's okay," I said and she moved her gaze back to my eyes letting a single tear fall as she did. I quickly wiped the tear away. "Why are you crying?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm sorry," she said in a defensive way suddenly tensing up. I sighed again and continued questioning her.

"Has your dad ever touched yo-,"

"Of course he's touched me, he's my dad. He didn't get arrested till years after I was born I told you that," she said frantically trying to get out of answering the question I was going to ask.