CHAPTER 68

Demi's POV 

           I sat on the couch with Mac sleeping next to me. So many things were racing through my mind as I imagined scenarios that didn't exactly work out for Mac and I.  I looked down at my perfect sleeping daughter, all of the fear as vanished the second she closed her eyes and leaned against me. 

*FLASHBACK*

I sat on the couch with Mac sitting across from me patiently waiting for me to find the words to tell her that the man who tried to kill her is now out of prison. And that she is no longer safe. 

"You know how your daddy went to the place where bad people go?" Mac nodded, "Jail." I smiled weakly, "Exactly... Well sometimes people get out of it when they're not supposed to." Mac nodded, her face showing confusion. I sighed, "Mac your dad is out of jail." I waited for her reaction, emotions flitted across her face, from hurt, to fear, and back to confusion. "Okay." I sighed again, she didn't get it. "This means that he might try to hurt you again, but i'm not going to let-" I regretted my words as soon as I said them. Mac's eyes filled with tears, "He's gonna get me?" She squeaked. I slapped my hand to my forehead, "No babygirl, he's not going to get near you. I won't EVER let him." Mac's lower lip quivered and she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my neck. I pulled her into me and held her while she cried, stroking her back and kissing her hair. "It's gonna be okay." I whispered, trying to convince myself as well as her. 

*END FLASHBACK*

            We ordered pizza, but had to wait while security checked the delivery through, then sat down to eat. "Mac?" I said, as we dug in, she looked up at me.  I'm really worried about how she's taking this. She's barely said a word since I told her what was going on. "I love you babygirl." She just smiled and nodded, then turned back to her food. My phone rang on the table, with my hands being full of grease I hit speaker with my pinkie, not bothering to check ID. "Hello?" I looked, and saw it was a private number. "Who is th-" "I'm coming for her Miss Lovato. Tell Mackenzie daddy's coming." A low rough voice interrupted me, my head snapped up to look at Mac. She was staring at the phone, her face drained of all color. Pure fear, was plastered all over her face. The voice chuckled, "Bye bye." The line went dead. Mac was frozen in her seat. I looked at Max and the other guards, they too hadn't moved. Anger grew in me..."Find him." 

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           "NO! MOMMY PLEASE! HELP ME!" I jumped off the couch and pounded up the stairs to my room, Max right behind me.  Mac was laying on my bed, thrashing around screaming. I grabbed her and shook her shoulders. "Mac! Baby wake up!" Hey eyes flew open and she gasped for air, holding her throat. "Oh my baby, Mac." I whispered, and hugged her. Mac's breathing quickened and suddenly she pulled away, her eyes wide, gasping. A panic attack, "Mac. You need to calm down. Okay babygirl? Just breathe." I pulled her head to my chest, "Just breath, it's okay. Listen to mommy's heart, just breathe." After a couple of minutes, her breathing evened out and she pulled away from me, wiping her face. "Sorry mama." I frowned, "You don't have to sorry for anything babygirl." She nodded and snuggling back into me. pulling her knees to her chest and allowing me to pull her close, inhaling my scent. I didn't have to ask what her dream was about. I knew who was in it. Who was hurting her. 

         And I'm going to find the bastard. 

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