CHAPTER 67

Demi's POV

"He was smart, didn't leave a trace or any way to recognize his face. A nearly impossible thing, he was probably casing the house, or had someone casing it for him." I shook my head, "Who would do that?" Max looked down, "I actually know who did it." I looked at him, "Who?" He sighed...... 

          "Jason." My jaw dropped, and my heart stopped. Jason. The man I had allowed to watch my daughter, and care for her. Her had been alone with her numerous times. He had slept in my house. "H-How do you know?" I whispered, Max held up a black iPhone, "He left this under his mattress. There are messages between him and a burner phone giving information about the house. I'm so sorry Demi, I should've been more thorough about the backround check-" "No, it's not your fault!" I interrupted him, I ran a hand through my hair and turned back to my house, now swarming with LAPD. "What's going to happen?" I murmured, Max didn't answer, he didn't know. 

          Mac and I had finally been allowed back into the house and three sweeps to make sure there was nothing stolen, planted, or broken. Mac had fallen asleep around the second one and curled up in my arms. The police asked my never ending questions, about who's been to my house for the past year, if anyone we know would like to hurt us and why Jason would want to. A lot of my answers were I don't know.' They took my phone, to check it for hacks, and locked down my bank accounts. Then, gave me the 'don't worry, we'll find whoever did this' speech, and left. It was around 1 AM when it was finally over, Max, and 10 other policemen stayed behind to keep the night watch because I'm considered a 'priority case'. And I was given the okay to go to bed. 

           Mac and I said in bed as I slowly sang her to sleep, it wasn't even singing, just a quiet humming, to a new melody that I had thought up of today. I felt her breath even out, and I began to drift off, but just before I was about to fall asleep, the phone rang. Both of us jolted awake, "Maaamaaaaa." Mac complained, and pulled the blanket over her head. "Sorry babygirl." I kissed her forehead and grabbed my cellphone, before realizing that it was the house phone that rang. I ran downstairs into the kitchen, but was stopped by Max. "Wait for the thumbs up so the police can track the call." I nodded and stepped back. It rang another two time before I was given the 'okay' to answer it. 

         "Hello?" I said, "Hello this is the Los Angeles Police Department we are calling for Demi Lovato?" A lady on the other line said, "Yes this is she." I was confused, because the police are in my house, so why are they calling? "Well It seems that our security was breeched earlier this morning and we just got a diagnosis on all of the in-mates." Max furrowed his brow at my expression. "What does that mean?" I heard a rustling on the other line, "Well it seems that one of our in-mates has escaped." I slid down the wall onto the floor. "Who?" "Michael Rivera." My breathing hitched and tears came to my eyes. No. "I'm afraid so Miss Lovato. We are very sorry and doing everything we can." I realized I had said that out loud. I set my head back against the wall with a thump. "Okay. Thank you." I hung up, then turned to face Max. "Mac's dad broke out of prison." 

~*~

           It's been utter chaos at my house. Max is in full force, calling in dozens of security guards and ex-marines to protect Mac and I. He asked me for my budget but one look at my expression and he knew, money was nothing compared to keeping Mac safe. There was at least 15 armed guards at my house at all times, and they rotated randomly, hourly. My house was wired with cameras, motion sensors, and heat detectors. It was official, I own a fortress. All of my appearances were cancelled, although there weren't very many, because I had been taking time off in order to film my new MTV documentary. "Staying Strong." We started filming in two weeks. Which sucks because that will have to be put on hold if we don't find him. I've been rehearsing for my tour in my own house, since I had a dance studio, and all of the people involved came to me. My management made it clear. 

"The show must go on." 

Ahhhhhhhh GOTCHA. 

bahaha well I've come up with a plan. 

I'm going to start updating every 20,000 reads, it gives me enough time to update, and enough time to organize and think of new ideas and to update my other fanfictions. Sound good? Honestly, you guys can reach that in like three-four days. But that's my promise to you! 

Sp the next update is at 460,000 reads! 

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AGAIN. MAC IS NOT GETTING KIDNAPPED. 

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-Rachel