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....
*** Trigger warning ***
I sat in my car fresh out of a meeting with my manager. I sat scrolling through social media until my headache became too much to handle, I placed my phone on the passengers seat and took paracetemol out of the glove box and took two with a gulp of water. I started the car and placed my phone in the holder attached to the window as I looked for google maps to get home when my phone vibrated twice.
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I frowned at her text, I understood what it was meant to say but if there's one thing I know about Emily it's that she always re-reads and corrects mistakes in texts, no matter how much of a rush she's in. I clicked on the first message to see her location. My eyes widened as I seen she was on a dirt track just off the side of a highway. How the fuck did she end up there? I glanced at the time at the top of my phone and seen it was 5.15pm, Emily should definately be home from school by now. I opened her text and replied.
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I started the engine immediately and took off, following the map to where Emily was. Turns out I underestimated the length of time it would take as I pulled off the highway 40 minutes later, it was starting to get dark and cold out and the thought of Emily being out here alone had my heart racing. I drove further into the woods until my headlights shone on Emily, her small frame slumped against a tree trunk. I jumped out of the car, leaving the engine and headlights on and ran towards her.
