Fake | Daughter of Demi fanfic | [ COMPLETED ]

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{Diaz}

Me and Demi sat across eachother in a booth staring right into each other's eyes, "eat." She said firmly.

"No." I smirked at her, "Diaz, I'm not In the mood to argue." She said firmly, "how about we make a deal then?" I put my hands together. "That's never good."

"If I eat, then you have to answer 5 questions that I ask, and if you don't answer I won't eat and or I'll purge, deal?" I smirked. Demi rolled her eyes "deal." She sighed, we shook hands and I looked at my burger and shake "okay I'll ask you questions while I eat? So it will take my mind off of it. Got it?" Demi nodded,

I picked up my burger and took a bite and gagged. "1st question, how did you react when my dad told you about me?" I asked. I looked at my burger and noticed I had taken like 4 bites and Demi smiled. "Well I knew your dad for a long time, and you lived with your mom for most of the time I knew your dad. You lived with your mom and dad for 2 weeks before she passed, and you know your parents were divorced correct." She said and I nodded. "Well, me and your dad were engaged and he just turns to me and goes 'I have a kid' and at first I was so scared and happy. I didn't want to fuck up and be a bad mom, but I feel like I'm doing pretty good." She chuckled.

{ Demi }

I felt more relaxed knowing these weren't going to be hard core questions. "Wow, that's cool. 2nd question." She looked at her food then back at me "has your dad or like a male figure ever touched you inappropriately?" Wait what? My heart sank, "w-what do you mean?" I began to rise with panic. "Have you ever been touched inappropriately?" I looked at her and saw her eyes becoming glassy. "Diaz, baby has someone touched you?" I tried to ask calmly.

"Ye-no, no some kids at my o-old school said p-Patrick touched you and grandma forbid you to see h-h-him and he killed him self." She trembled.

Every part of me wants to believe what she just said, but she sounded like she was going to say yes, but this part believed she was touched. Then my blood began to boil, "no, my dad never touched me. He was ill and died from cancer." I said firmly, "Diaz, if someone did -" I was interrupted, "Demi, please forget it it was just a question." She avoided, she wiped her eyes

"3rd question, if you could have a kid would you?" She falsely smiled, "yes, but I'm only 24 and I don't need one because I have you."

The people behind Diaz began looking behind at us and then laughing. I felt my anger rising as the kept looking at me and Diaz not leaving us alone, I stood up receiving a confused look from Diaz and pretty much everyone in the diner. I grabbed Diaz and threw her on my hip and walked to the girls, "do you mind!? I'm trying to have a nice lunch with my daughter, and that's fucking hard to do when y'all keep laughing and looking at us!" I raged, "demi chill! I just wanted to ask a question!" The girl smirked.

{ Diaz }

"Was Diaz raped by Wilmer? Is that why he went away and she tried to kill herself?" The girl smirked. Just then Max stepped inbetween Demi and the girl "your to close." He said to the girl,

"You listen here! Diaz wasn't raped, Wilmer went away because he had to shoot for his tv show! Don't make assumptions about me, my family or my daughter!" Demi yelled and cameras began flashing. Demi stormed out of the diner throwing open the limo door and slamming it shut. "Go home." Demi said flat, "demi are you okay?" I asked timidly. She breathed deep "Yes, I just need a nap that's all." Demi smiled, I nodded and we were driven home. I hopped out of the limo and Demi trailed behind me, "hey, I trust you so you can go do whatever just don't leave the house, okay?" Demi said, I nodded it looked like Demi was going to cry.