CHAPTER 67- Run

Demi'S POV 

        I sat on the couch curled up in a blanket and staring numbly at the wall as Wilmer spoke to the Police officer about filing a report for Izzy. Since we was technically a minor at 17, we didn't have to wait twenty-four hours. 

"Ma'am can you try and tell us which direction you think she went?" 

I stared at the wall, hearing him speak, but no comprehending it as again Wilmer explained it to the officer. 

"She won't answer you. Now would you please stop asking her questions as it's obvious she's traumatized. Please just find our daughter." He told the cop in a respectful, yet firm voice and the police officer sighed. 

"We're gonna do everything we can I assure you. This case is high priority in our precinct now. We've put an APB out for her along with search warrants in the surrounding cities and states. We will find her." Another officer walked up to the chief detective and murmured in his ear. "We've just gotten word that your daughter took two thousand dollars from her bank account a few hours ago. I'm assuming she knows she can't use her credit cards and she's already turned her phone off but regardless we'll look everywhere." 

I was barely listening to him as I hugged the balnket around me tighter to my body and let a few tears roll down my cheek. Wilmer thanked the officers and showed them out, then walked back to where I was curled into a ball and sat next to me. 

"We're never gonna find her." I moaned, and could feel the panic in me rising, I didn't try to stop it, I didn' want to." Soon, I was hyperventilating and Wilmer grabbed my shoulders. 

"Demi breathe! You need to breathe baby!" 

That struck a nerve as I stared up at him with unresponsive eyes. Baby. I'm pregnant. Should I even be pregnant? Can I even raise this child. Should I be allowed to raise it? 

"Demi listen to me. Breathe. In and out, you're gonna be okay."

I shook my head and hit his chest with my fists, now hysterical. 

"Stop lying to me! It's not going to be fucking okay! She's gone Wilmer! She's gone. My baby..." I was slammed my fists onto his chest and finally broke down, collapsing into his arms. "My babygirl..." 

He held me together tightly and gently stroked my hair as I sobbed, grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt as I shook with the pain. 

"I know you don't believe me right now Demi, but it is going to be okay. They're going to find her, she's gonna come home." 

I looked up at him, my bottom lip quivering, "Promise." 

He gently kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes, leaning into his lips. 

"Promise." 

~*~
Izzy's POV 

        Pam and I walked through the alleyways, avoiding busy streets where cops were undoubtedly looking for me. Finally, we made it to the apartment where loud music was pounding. 

"It's okay, Sam's probably just got some friends over. We'll just stay upstairs." 

I nodded, and followed her up to the bedroom where we both laid down and Pam turned to me, "Are you sure about this by the way? I mean there's a huge chance you'll be sent back to your parents since you're so well known, are you ready to face that? This is a lonely life. You can't exactly get attach ted to anyone." 

I sighed, and stared at the ceiling. "I think so. I mean, I'll miss my parents alot, but I think this is the best for all of us."

Pam raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that?" 

I shrugged, "I guess I have to be." 

~*~

        A few hours later, the music had grown louder and louder and Pam was growing anxious. 

"He's so fucking stupid. I'll be right back. He needs to turn the music down if he doesn't want to attract all of the cops in the city." She walked out of the room and a few minutes later the music was turned up dramatically, along with the sound of yelling. All at once, the sound of sirens droned out the music, and I stood up rushing into the loft where I could see cops swarming the downstairs. Pam stood near the speakers, getting handcuffed, and make eye contact with me. She mouthed one word. 

"Run." 

So I did. Down the fire escape and through the streets and alleyways back to the abandoned carnival. I was just through the gates when all of a sudden I collided with a solid body, and was sent sprawling to the ground with a groan. 

"Oh shit I'm so sorry." I froze, I knew that voice. "Izzy Lovato?" I looked up at the face that had haunted my nightmares for months. 

Paul Stewart. One of the guys in the car that day was staring down at me with a smirk. 

"Well well well, what do we have here? What's the prestigious little celebrity doing walking these streets at this hour?" 

I gulped and scrambled back as he took a menacing step forward. 

"Don't come near me." 

He chuckled, and the sound made me sick to my stomach. 

"Why? Even if you scream no one will hear you. I could make it feel good." 

I shook my head and got to my feet, backing up further as he slowly strolled towards me, his muscled frame intimidating against my small one. 

"I don't want you to touch me. Please just leave me alone." 

To my horror, my next step back pressed my back against the stone wall and I Paul continued towards me until we were inches apart, and he took a strand of my hair, playing with it. 

"You know, I didn't even get to have a piece of you that night, the others were paranoid and I've had a serious case of blue balls from that." 

I closed my eyes as he leaned forward and kissed my neck. My knee came up, but he easily blocked it from his crotch and shoved me against the wall, the sharp stones cutting into my back and drawing blood. 

"No!" I pleaded, "Please God no!" 

His rough hands scratched the skin of my stomach as he pushed his hands up my shirt and I feebly pushed at his shoulder, struggling helplessly as I prayed to God to let it be over quick, that he wouldn't be rough. 

"HELP!" My scream rose throughout the park and floated through the air along with my yelp of pain as he slapped me across the face. 

"You stupid fucking bit-" 

BOOM. 

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