I'm not going to Lie, this next chapter was kind of hard for me to write. Not because of its contents but because there were times I literally just stared at my screen for hours unable to write ANYTHING.

But just like that I got another spark. Here's to hoping this sets a flame for new chapters!

Sorry again for the shortness. Again it was kind of hard for me to write despite the amount of time I had to write it.

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Malak sat at his desk, his elbows resting on the messy surface as his chin rested on his fist. He stared at Demi Lovato with a mixture of interest and concern.

Demi didnt know quite where to place the scruffy looking man. Part of her wanted to leave the room screaming , the other wanted to see what he was all about. Naya had put so much faith in him. If Naya trusted him, so could she.

"Ms Lovato." The man began. "I am not the first psychologist you have seen , correct?" Malak said normally.

Demi shook her head no, remaining silent.

Malak smiled. "Good, then I wont have to give you the 'seeing a shrink isnt such a bad thing' Speech. Not that i needed to for Ms Rivera , But shes...A much more interesting case."

Demi raised her eyebrow looking curiously at the man. "What do you mean by that?"

Malak held up his index finger to silence the girl. " Nope, Patient confidentiality Ms Lovato...Even if you are engaged."

Demi's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "She told you?"

Malak nodded. "She tells me lots of things Ms Lovato." A smile crept of his face. "Most about you , and how worried she is for your safety."

Demi rubbed her arm nervously, looking away from Malak.

Malak chuckled. "Dar was right though. You two are perfect for each other. Most married couples I service arnt as committed to each other as you two." He stated. "Now, enough about the two of you." He lowered his hands, resting them on the table. His features becoming entirely serious. "Tell me about you."

Demi shifted in her seat, the man's gaze seemed to peirce her. It was uncomfortable. "You've read my files i presume..." She whispered.

Malak nodded. " Drug and alcohol abuse , destructive tendencies ..." He looked tot eh girl's arms, the tattoos were shredded by scars. "Self injurious behavior..."

Demi saw the man look at her wrists and brought them down to her sides to hide the scars.

Malak lifted a finger, pointing at her arm. "Those are not quite aged. How recent?"

Demi shot a glare at the man, not appreciating the man's brashness. "What does that have to do with-"

"-Those are not injuries that look as if they were inflicted after your incident." Malak said pointingly. "If you want me to help you Ms Lovato, you have to open up and tell me what was going through your head when you practically hacked away the skin on your arms."

Demi stared at Malak , she couldnt believe how he was being so...so...rash..with his words. She had seen a few Psychologists in her days in rehab. But had never experienced one who seemed to throw caution to the wayside. It slightly intrigued her.

"It was when they were searching the safehouse for clues on Naya's abduction." Demi said softly, looking to the ground.

Malak nodded his head slowly. "Go on."

Demi took a breath, she hadn't relived this particular moment since this whole thing happened. She didnt think it was important enough. "I dont know, my mind was somewhere else. Its flashes mostly. I remember going into our room wanting to feel something familiar." She could hear her voice cracking slightly , but fought to keep herself from losing it completely. She looked up to Malak who didnt seem to have taken his eyes off of her. He didnt say a word, but his eyes almost asked for her to continue.

"But when I went in, it felt empty. It was like nothing mattered anymore. I felt horrible, scared , broken and afraid at the same time. But mostly, I felt...guilty.." She took a shuttering breath, looking back at the ground. Her words seem to spill out of her mouth like a flood gate. They were unstoppable.

"I was going to ask her to marry me , everything was set up perfectly. We were suppose to be safe, we were suppose to be happily hidden from this...creature...but he still managed to find a way to break into our lives again. I thought about everything, every single thing that had happened since the day I met it so many years ago. It was all my fault , and now, at that moment. Naya was gone, probably dead , and I was still alive... It was unfair, it wasnt right. Thats when i threw the vase across the room. The vase full of bloody water..."

Demi covered her face with her hands. She felt hot, slick tears staining her flesh as she shielded her face from the man. She heard him take a breath to speak but let out a small cry. "Wait...Please. I'm not done... Please i need to get this out of me. It hurts."

Although Malak knew she couldnt see it, he nodded his head. "Take all the time you need, I'm all ears when your ready."

Demi held her hands against her face, trying not to scream into them , or throw something across the room. It took everything she had not to become a sobbing mess . Though, she feared she already was. She had to pull herself together, If Naya could come out of this swinging, so could she.

The thought of Naya's strength made her find her own. The girl was with her even when they were separated. She was her clarity. She rose her head, she was no longer crying. Her expression now held more of a look of determination then a look of fear. Though she could still feel it brewing. She had a feeling it'd always be there, no matter how many sessions she had.

Malak raised an eyebrow. "What did you just think about?" He asked curiously.

Demi looked up to the Psychologist. Her eyes were still red from the tears, but they no longer looked on the verge of breaking. "What?" She asked with a gulp.

Malak tapped his own head. "Up here, what made you change. " He asked again. "It was like a switch. I'm curious on what pulled you from your previous state so suddenly."

Demi took a breath. "Naya." She whispered. "I thought of how strong she is , and how she wont let this take ahold on her."

Malak smirked slightly. If only she knew he had thought. But kept that part to himself. He was not in liberty to discuss his other patient's history. Even if they were attached to the hip. Naya would have to tell Demi herself. "Good." He stated. "That can be your anchor."

She took another breath, nodding slowly. "I just wanted to feel something else that night. I took one of the shards...And let it bite into my arm."

Malak held up a hand. " As much as i'd like to hear more Ms Lovato. I fear thinking about that might take you from the anchor that brought you back to your state of clarity." He spoke quickly. "So instead. I want you to tell me about your family."

Demi looked to him incredulously. "My..Family?"

Malak smiled. "Yes. I'd like you to tell me about them. You seem to be rather close with them. Or were before a few months ago. Which is entirely understandable."

Demi gave the man a smile, nodding. Secretly, she was glad the man didnt pry her for more information about that night, or the abduction. She didnt go into Hysterics , which was a plus. But it made her wonder. Most Psychologists she found were insensitive. They would dig , and pry , and almost force you to talk about what they wanted to talk about. But Not this man, Not Dr Malak. Now she understood why Naya spoke so highly of him.

Demi went into her home life, talking about her parents and siblings. She admitted she wasnt very close to her father before he passed away, and regretted it in the long run. But that she had a close relationship with her mother and siblings. Despite the recent events, she still held herself to be a Christian. She felt guilty about not wanting to think of god , or anything associated to her religion. But Briggs had unknowingly used her own faith against her, and for the first time in her life she was afraid to pray to the very entity that she had clinged so tightly to in her childhood.

She didnt mean for her faith to come up, but it had just...emerged ,setting off how she was almost doubting it because of what happened. Everything seemed to come full circle back to that horrid man. She hated it.

They had talked, or rather she had talked for nearly an hour. She found herself talking about the most miniscule things that happened in her past , but with every word she spoke , she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders.

It was cleansing.

"Well." Malak said , genuinely surprised. "I think that is good for our first session. I was expecting more...emotional outbursts to be honest."

There it was again. Malak's choice of wording.

Demi took in a deep breath. "I guess I just had things to distract me."

Malak nodded. "Well, then that is my challenge for you Ms Lovato." He stood up and made his way slowly to the other side of the office. " Whenever you think you are about to lose control, or go into another state. Cling onto those distractions, let them shield you from those negative thoughts." He stopped at the wall near the door, there was what looked like an artists original painting of the Avengers , capitan America flanked by the others in a pretty formidable formation.

"Everyone has their heros , everyone has that thing that can pull them back to reality in their time of crisis." He bowed his head, turning to face the girl with a smile. "Remember that."

Demi stood, nodding her head to the man. "Thank you Dr. Malak."

Malak bowed his head again respectfully. "It was truly a pleasure. Now. I will see you in lets say...2 days?"

Demi walked toward the door, nodding her head. "I'll be here."

The smile on Malak's face reached his eyes. "Excellent. Please tell Ms Rivera I will see her later in the evening."

Demi smiled, turning the knob to the office door. "Will do, have a good day."

"As you." Malak said, looking back up at the painting.

As Demi left the room, She found herself thinking how odd the man was., she shook her head bewildered. Lifting her head, she found Naya, slumped over in her seat, her head was down and he arms were crossed as she slept soundly in the chair. It made her chuckle, rarely these days did she wake up next to a sleeping Naya. The girl had always been awake before her, she knew it was extremely unlike the Latina. But shrugged it off because of her busy schedule.

She thought about letting the girl sleep for a little while longer, but upon looking at the clock. She frowned at the time.

Sliding into the chair next to her, she kissed the girl on the cheek. "Naya, honey. Wake up."

The girl mumbled slightly before moving her back to the smaller girl, still in sleepland.

Demi rolled her eyes, glancing over to Selek for a moment, The secretary was playing on his phone, oblivious to the world. She took this moment to lean into whisper in the girl's ear.

"Naya ...Honey. Wake up." She purred into the girl's ear.

Nayas eyes fluttered opened, looking over to the girl that was so close to her neck. "mmhm. Dem?" She said with a yawn. "Did I fall asleep?"

Demi chuckled. "No No, You just were resting your eyes." She said sarcastically. "Yeah. You fell asleep."

Naya streched, looking at the clock. "Shit! " She jumped up. Shooting started in about 45 minutes. "Shit! There going to be pissed if im late!"

Demi chuckled. "I figured. Come on. We should go meet the driver."

Naya nodded quickly. Grabbing the girl's hand. "Yeah, we need to get there. Shit, Lea's going to strangle me, Darren will probably throw paper balls at my head , Ryan will probably fire me."

Demi nearly stumbled as the girl pulled her forward. "Naya, it'll be fine. You play Santana Lopez. Theyre not going to fire you. "

Naya wasnt too sure. She didnt have the best track record these days. She knew she was walking a thin line. She thought about these things as she practically burst through the front door.

Demi's eyes widened as they were swarmed by more reporters.

Naya gritted her teeth, standing infront of Demi protectively."How the hell did they find us?!"

Demi shook her head. "No Idea."

Naya looked around, there was a car, a different car waiting for them at the curb. She only knew of this because Tom burst from the door, pushing aside the Reporters.

"Get-Out-Of -My-DAMN WAY!" He practically screamed.

Naya's arm was grabbed, dragging the two girl toward the car.

"TOM?" Demi shouted over the thundering voices of the reporters. "Whats going-"

"I'll explain in the car!" They reached the car, Tom practically shoving them in, slamming the door as he slid in next to them. He had a look of rage on his face.

"The driver said that he waited outside of your house for an hour before he left. Then i see pictures all over the news of Naya flipping the press off with her engagement ring?"

They both stared at the man confused. They had taken the car, it was waiting for them infront of the house.

"Tom, We did. The Driver even took us to the diner. Thats where the hounds got to us..." Naya said trying to remain calm.

Tom rubbed his head , grumbling. "Well. That wasnt your driver. THAT Naya Rivera was Jackson Rand."

Naya Rivera blinked, utterly confused. "Jackson Rand? Who the hell is Jackson Rand?" She turned to Demi, just to see her face pale. The name had seemed to set off something inside the girl. "Dem?"

"H-he...He's the one who practically destroyed my name when I was going through my rehab." She said softly. She squeezed her hands together, balling them into fists. "He was the reason why i checked into a facility in the first place...Because he couldn't get me in there."

Naya narrowed her eye brows. "How did he get into the gates...Its suppose to be secure."

Tom looked at the girl sadly. "I called asking the same thing. They said he had the correct paperwork to enter the gates... I didnt think that they would go this route."

Naya sneered. "I'm getting a damn car, then we wont have to WORRY about a driver." she stated in anger.

Tom sighed. "What did you two talk about in the car..."

Demi looked down , playing with her fingers nervously.

Naya put her head in her hands. "We talked about meeting each others parents. I mentioned how mine probably wouldnt like their daughter being in a relationship with a woman..."

Tom groaned. "Great. Now were going to have that to deal with. " He leaned back in the seat. "I will do what I can to smooth this over."

Demi still looked tot he floor of the car. "I knew there was something familiar about him. But i couldnt place it."

Naya , being as supportive as she could, put an arm around Demi. "Don't you dare try and blame yourself for this Dem...The Vultures will go through any extreme to get a quick buck. Anything that comes from this, oh well. They cant hurt us. We're Warriors."

Demi looked up to the girl, giving her a smile smile. Then turned back to Tom. "How did you know that it was Jackson Rand?"

Tom looked as if he were to hit his head on the window. " Another TMZ Report i was made aware of by a few friends. One of them warned me it was Rand who came in with this new 'story' about you two."

Naya let out a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Studio first, damage control next. Then maybe Dr. Malak if i can squeeze him in. " She gave a sigh. "I'm never going to get sleep am I?"

Demi smirked slightly. "I was able to put off Rand once Naya. We can do it again. He may be very persistent. But now that the gates know how he got in. It wont happen again."

"Forgive me for not being too trusting." Naya began. "But after the last few months Security details have lost my faith. "

"I hear you there." Tom said with a grumble.

The car rolled up to the studio moments later, entering the gated area past all the tourists and vultures. Naya looked to Tom. "Can you pick us up later? And maybe tomorrow so we can get a car?"

Tom rolled his eyes. "You really need to find yourself an Agent Rivera."

Demi looked at the man and frowned. "Whats mine is hers, and I sign those paychecks for your pretty slick black suits."

Tom grumbled. "Well, then maybe SHE should hire me too!"

Naya grinned somewhat evilly. "Maybe I will, then you'll ALWAYS be over at our place. "

Tom just stared at the two women, but un latched the door, stepping out, holding the door for the women. "I'll charge you double Rivera."

Naya could only wink, exiting the car hand in hand with Demi. "I'd do it just for the laughs."

Tom continued to grumble, almost escorting the pair inside the studio. "Hell, i think you two owe me a house after the last couple of months."

Demi turned, smiling brightly at the man. She looked as if she were going to say something, but had decided against it. Instead, following Naya into the Glee shoot.

Jackson Rand had done it again. He had managed to slip past the feeble secirity at the gates, he had managed to get valuable information that TMZ paid DEARLY for. And managed to keep some of it for a later release.

Tape recorders were amazing things.

Jackson had connections, Connections that welcomed him with open arms. Some, he would admit. Went exactly legal. But those means often helped him obtain information that would surely guarantee a large pay out.

It was easy enough to find the limo service that the girl's had used. With his connections he was able to make some pretty convincing documents to gain access to the gates. The Limo was easy, A simple rental from a friend who used it for joy rides. Sure, it was a gamble. They might not have said anything important. Luckily for him however , he gained very VERY valuable information.

This information about Naya and Demi 's family would prove to be interesting. He would have to keep an eye on them to see if it would smoke out some more delicious drama for him to sink his teeth into.

Not to mention he learned that both of the girls were seeing a Psychologist , and now. He even had an address. This latest gamble had struck a jackpot , and the numbers kept climbing.

After all, Jackson Rand was the best at his trade , he took pride in that. These girls would make him rich beyond his wildest dreams.