You know Demi Lovato right? You've probably heard of her sisters Madison and Dallas yeah? Well I'm the forgotten Lovato sister. Emily Lovato is my name and this is my life....
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I was sitting on the couch watching The Office and listening to the rain bounce off the windows. I got up and walked to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip. I heard a faint knock on the door and walked out into the hall. Looking through the peephole I saw it was Emily, she was shaking, crying and she was soaked right through to the bone. I quickly unlocked the door swinging it open and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Em, what happened?"
"N-N-Nothing" she spluttered.
"Come on," I said grabbing her hand dragging her up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Here. Go change." I said throwing her a pair of my boxers, a sweatshirt and a pair of Adidas sweatpants.
"The bathroom is down the hall and on your right" I pointed out. She trudged down the hall to get changed and I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I poured milk into a jug and put it in the microwave, adding cocoa powder stirring it and putting it back in. I took it out and poured it into a mug adding some marshmallows and a straw. Picking it up and taking it into the living room where I sat down, I switched the TV from Netflix to Spotify and played some music when I heard Emily come down the stairs.
"Max?"
"In here." I replied as she walked through the archway to the room. I smiled at the sight of her in my clothes, she looked so cute.
"Hey." she said shyly
"Hey, I made you hot chocolate." I said handing her the cup and patting the space next to me on the couch for her to sit down.
"Thanks." She set the mug on the coffee table after taking a sip. We both sat back then I pulled her into my side and she snuggled into my chest.
"So... Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked leaning my head on hers.
"Not really..." she sighed
"Do you not trust me or something?" I asked innocently
"No, I do trust you. It's just.... for so many years I never felt I had anyone there for me, I've never really had anyone to talk to about things and I've adjusted to that. Now that I have you, it's just new and hard to open up about my feelings. I'm just scared, I'm sorry"
"No Em, don't apologize. I just want you to know I'm always here. No matter what time, no matter where I am. I'm always gonna be there for you. I love you"
"I love you too Max," she said turning her head and looking up at me. I kissed her lips then pulled away, our foreheads still touching, the tips of our noses touching. I stared into her crystal blue eyes and smiled. I fall more and more in love with Emily everytime I see her.
"You are so beautiful Emily." I said, she blushed then hid her face in my chest.
Demi's POV :
I was in my hotel picking out an outfit for tomorrow night's concert when I remembered my phone was off since rehearsals. I held in the power switch and the first notification to come up was a missed call from Emily. I was so confused, she hates me, she must've wanted to phone to tell me how much she hates me because I left again. I swiped to call her back and switched to FaceTime, no answer. I opened a new message to send to her,
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As soon as I pressed send a text popped up on the screen from Marissa. The text sent a good few different scenarios through my head along with some depressing memories causing my anxiety to rise.
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I immediately texted her back, already worried about my baby sister.
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About an hour of scrolling endlessly through social media passed. Just as I opened Twitter Marissa sent another text.
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Wow. She really does hate me. I can't believe my own sister ran away because I was involved again. My phone buzzed twice as I opened the text from Marissa.
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I can't believe this, it's all my fault. I fucking hate myself. She could've been in serious trouble and I wasn't there for her again because I forgot to turn my phone on. Today has been such a stressful and nerve-wracking day and this is just the cherry on top. I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and grabbing my razor. I snapped the plastic part off to reveal the familiar blade. I slid down the wall with the blade positioned against my wrist, all the previous times I had been in this exact situation swirled in my head. I remember how good it felt, to just, let it all out, in a way that didn't hurt others. Should I do it? This would be my first relapse since I came out of rehab. I could just ruin it all now but it would numb the pain, so why not?
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A/N Guys I'm vvv sorry but I just realized how inaccurate this story is gonna get in terms of knowing the order that everything happened and in what year with Demi eg tours, songs, relationships.
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