Troubled: A Demi Lovato FanFic

Alone

"Kenzie?" I rattled the door after knocking several times with no response. I was at my house. Kenzie was staying there with my parents while Kenna was in the hospital. Demi brought me over to watch Kenzie while she talked to our parents about the move to LA. When she still didn't unlock the door I grabbed the key out of the bathroom drawer and opened it for her.

"This is my house, I do know where I hid the key." I smiled. Kenzie was sprawled across the rug surrounded by stuffed animals.

"What do you want?" She scowled.

"Well I thought you might want me to play with you."

"Get out."

Kenzie was being mean now, even for her. Normally when she wasn't harassing Kenna she was playing dress up, or singing, or writing (attempting to write songs). She would have never turned down me playing with her before.

It was hard for me to look at Kenzie and not see Kenna. I missed her so much. It hurt every time I saw her because it just reminded me that Kenna couldn't walk. Kenna couldn't speak. And I did blame Kenzie for that. I had to blame somebody. But I couldn't cause more drama.

"I don't want to. I want to play with you."

"Demi made you come in here. I hate you. Get out."

Kenzie would have normally screeched at me. But instead she barely raised her voice above a whisper.

"What's your problem?" Her words stung, I had been told things like that far too many times.

"I can't talk."

"You're talking right now."

She pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key.

"Okay.. Why can't you talk?" I asked. I was confused. Something was going on.

"There's a secret."

"Oh you have a secret." I raised my eyebrow. I sat down on the floor next to her and thought. "You know, if it's anything to do with McKenna, the police are coming soon to ask all of us questions. You can't lie to them."

Her face went white as she sat up.

Suddenly my mind flashed to Kenna, how she said there was something I didn't know, involving Wilmer.

"It's about Wilmer isn't it?"

Her eyes widened and she looked petrified.

"Yes. No!" She fired out. "No! Stop! Don't let him hurt us!"

In her sheer panic and vulnerability she reminded me more of McKenna. I couldn't help but comfort her.

"It's okay. Just tell me what happened."

Before she could speak Demi opened the door.

"Hey baby girl." She hugged Kenzie. "Cece, can I talk to you?"

"Sure." I grumbled. I was that close to finding out the secret about Wilmer.

She lead me to my old bedroom and sat on my bed. If walls could talk... It was eerie in my room. It looked like I had never left, but being there made me feel like I could just slip right back into my old ways.

"What do you want?" I didn't want to have some mushy talk about my recovery. I didn't care anymore. I just needed to be there for Kenna and Kenzie. It didn't matter if I was happy or not.

"Look around you."

"Demi I don't want to do this." I crossed my arms, my heart racing.

"Just look. Just remember what you've been through in this room, and think, do you really want to go back to this?"

"I don't want to talk." I covered my ears. Immature? Who gives a fuck? Demi stood up and pulled my hands down.

"LA LA LA LA!" I yelled.

"Cece! We need to talk!" Demi yelled.

"I'M NOT TALKING!"

"I just want to know how you're feeling."

Feeling. Feelings were disturbing.

"Maybe worry about your daughter before you worry about me?" I hissed. I needed to get her off my back. I didn't care how.

"McKenna is being taken care of." Demi narrowed her eyes.

"Is that why she's in pain all of the time? Is that why she still wants to die? Why she still has a huge secret that she can't tell us?"

"A secret? What are you talking about?"

"Maybe if you listened to either of your daughters or you were on their backs as much as you're on mine you'd know!"

"Cecelia!"

"You're not my mother! You're not even my real sister, none of you are related to me. Don't act like you are!"

"Relax baby girl." She tried to pet my head which only ticked me off further.

"You know what Demi? You're a terrible mother. I'm tired of lying about that to you." I screamed. It felt good to scream at somebody. I missed the rush. Anger is easier than sadness.

Demi closed the door to my room and walked out. I didn't know if I had upset her but frankly, I didn't even remember what I had said. Everything was spinning and I was just so angry.

I headed into my bathroom and cut, my emergency blade was still in it's hiding place. When I was finished I purged. I hadn't eaten in a good 5 days but purging was part of my routine in this bathroom. It had to be done.

With my demons silenced I fell asleep on my bed. I was alone again. Alone at last.

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So do you think Demi and Cece will makeup?

Do you think Cece went overboard with her words?

And what do you think this secret is?

I start school tomorrow 😥