Hey guys, this is the third chapter for my story. I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, it means a lot to me, you guys are great:)I also wanted to quickly mention Demi and what she's going through right now. I'm proud of her that she went and got the help she needed and am praying for her to get better, whether it takes a couple weeks or longer. She needs all the support she can get.
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Overdose: Chapter 3
It's silent in the house tonight, finally. The only sound that can be heard is her breathing next to me. She seems quite calm, considering everything that happened tonight. This is the fourth time. Each time I've found her it's gotten worse, this is my breaking point.
I took a deep breath and leaned my head against the headboard of her bed. She was sleeping next to me and every time she would try to get close I would nudge her away. I glanced at the clock, 3:14 am. No sleep for me tonight. This has become routine, I don't think I could sleep even if I wanted to.
Maybe I've become an insomniac. I struggle to stay awake during the day, all my energy wastes out surprisingly quick. At night though, sleep seems to evade me. It's not like I do anything either, I just lie down in my bed and stare off into space. I spend my nights mostly thinking about what has happened and what will happen. I've become obsessed with going over the conversations I have with her, trying to pinpoint when things went wrong. It never works.
Tonight's topic of reflection: My visit to her house. I was checking up on her, I wanted to make sure she was alright. I thought she would be, we were making progress. I was dead wrong. I can't even describe how I felt when I walked through that door and saw her. Shocked? Confused? Hurt? Betrayed? And the list continues.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. That way I can sort through everything and figure out what really happened; after all, I have all night.
I called her but she didn't pick up. I sent her five texts and left two voicemails. She always picks up my calls. Always. I decided to go over to her house to see her. If she wasn't picking up then something was wrong and it's better if I talk to her in person.
As I pulled up to the house I saw all the lights upstairs turned off but saw a few dim lights on downstairs. Maybe she just fell asleep and forgot to call me. Maybe I shouldn't be here. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't trust her? What kind of girlfriend would I be if I questioned her every move?
I turned the engine back on and as I was about to reverse I heard music start blaring. I looked around and realized it was coming from Selenas house. Fuck. I turned the car off and ran toward the house.
I put my key into the door and slammed into the house. The noise was coming from the basement. I tore down the stairs and turned the corner. What I saw shocked me to say the least. I couldn't even comprehend the situation around me. The empty bottles, the cigarette butts, the smell of weed in the air and the lines of coke on the table.
She was having a party, clearly. There were at least fifteen people here. They were all dancing and drinking and smoking. What the hell was she thinking? I searched the crowd to find her and when I did my heart dropped. Okay, let's be real here, it plummeted to the lowest point of my body. There she was, on the couch. Selena, my Selena was on the couch straddling some random guy practically having sex with him.
Her shirt was littered somewhere on the floor and when her hands reached for his belt I just snapped. I ran forward, cut the music and stood in the middle of the room seething. Her head snapped up and away from sucking that dirt bags face. Our eyes connected. It took her a couple of seconds to realize who I was. Her eyes were bloodshot red.
"Demi" She whispered. And I heard it. I heard it because everyone in the room was completely silent.
She said my name and I couldn't take it. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE" I screamed. When nobody moved I yelled "NOW" all the while keeping my eyes on her. Everyone began clearing out and my eyes drifted to the scumbag who was still under her.
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights but then he recovered. He sat up and gently sat her down on the couch. He buckled his pants back up and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He got up and walked past me out the door. She just looked at me, her head cocked to the side as if she was confused. I just shook my head, disappointed, and walked over to her.
I picked up her shirt and put it on her hunched over form. I slung her arm around my neck and wrapped my arms around her waist. I supported her as we walked up the stairs to her room. I didn't even bother changing her out of her clothes. I laid her down on her bed, wrapped the covers around her and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry Dem" She whispered, well more like slurred.
"Just go to sleep" I said as I walked out of the room.
I closed the door without waiting for a response, I didn't want to hear her right now, and I couldn't. I went to the basement and began cleaning everything up. I didn't know when her mom was coming home and I couldn't leave the house like this. I did it all on auto mode. Everything was a blur. I could barely see in front of me.
I picked all the bottles and butts up and threw them into a garbage bag. I counted seven empty bottles of Smirnoff. I then moved to the table where the lines of coke were. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. What if I hadn't heard the music and come in? I swept everything up and flushed it down the toilet. How did Selena get to this point?
After I finished I was tired, but apparently not tired enough to sleep. So here I am. She's still sleeping next to me, a little closer now though. I didn't push her away this time. I glanced at the clock, 5:18 am, my eyes began to blur. I lie down next to her and put my head on her pillow.
I can't abandon her now. I love her way too much anyways. I pulled her closer to me and felt her heat radiating off of her in waves, warming up my frigidly cold body. I wrapped my arms protectively around her and she snuggled closer to me. I could feel her breath against my neck and I sighed. No matter what she does I'll still love her, no matter how much she hurts me. I just don't know how much I can handle until I break.
I feel so comfortable in her arms and for the first time in a month I drifted to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to my cell phone ringing. Damn, my alarm clock. I hit the snooze button and took in my surroundings. I realized where I was, Selenas room. Then I remembered what happened last night and my heart dropped, again. I look down at my waist to see her arms wrapped tightly around me.
She looked peaceful, like nothing could harm her. How much farther from the truth can that be? I don't know how to help her anymore. I've tried, so many times; I've tried to get her to stop. She always ends up going back though. Do I mean that little to her?
My alarm rang again and I remember I had work today, damn. Well, on the bright side this was my first "good" night sleep I've have in over a month. Maybe I won't fall asleep on set today. I pulled away from her tight embrace and stood up from her bed. She mumbled something and her hands went to her eyes to rub them.
"Come back to bed babe" She said as she sat up. She finally looked up and squinted a little before realizing who it was. "Demi?"
Anger bubbled up inside me and I snapped at her. "Who were you expecting? The asshole you were fucking last night? 'Cause he's long gone… and so am I"
Her eyes widened but I ignored her and grabbed my purse, heading for the door. I felt something grab onto my wrist. I was pulled back toward her and I swore under my breath. "What the hell do you want?" I was way beyond caring about her right now; I needed my space.
"Dem, please. Look at me." She took my face into her hands and turned it towards her. She looked deeply into my eyes and said "I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. I shouldn't…"
She trailed off and looked down at the floor. I could tell tears were building up in her eyes. She dropped her hands and pulled herself away from me. She turned around and put a hand to her forehead.
"Damn it. I'm such an idiot. D-dem, y-you ha-have to b-believe me. I d-didn't mean t-to. I-I can't lose y-you too. You're the m-m-most important thing in m-my life. Please." She started sobbing but continued with what she had to say. "I'll d-do whatever you a-ask. I… I love you Demi. You're m-my life, w-without you it's n-not worth living"
She choked on the last word and I started crying too. I walked forward and pulled her into my arms. She just said she would rather die than not have me in her life. God, who am I kidding? I feel the same way.
She collapsed in my arms and I brought us gently down to the floor. She had her arms tightly wrapped around my neck and she was crying into my shoulder. I held her there, tears escaping my own eyes, while I rubbed her back to try and calm her down. I whispered into her ear.
"I'm not going anywhere Lena. I'm here to stay. I promise, just don't do this to me again. It hurts me too much"
"I promise Dem. I love you. It's you and me against the world. Together forever. Inseparable till the end of time"
I looked into her bloodshot eyes and nodded. I captured her bottom lip in a kiss and moved my hand to her face, lightly brushing the tears away. I pulled away when I remembered I had work. I'm going to be late, crap.
"I have work" I said as our foreheads leaned against each others. She nodded in understanding and gave me one last kiss before getting up. She held her hand in front of me and helped me up. We walked to the front door in silence and as we reached the door I turned to look at her.
Her hand was still attached to mine and I looked up to her angelic face. She is beautiful, there's no doubting that and she is all mine.
Finally, I spoke "You know we have to talk about this later right?"
"Yeah I know. I'll do anything, just as long as you come back to me."
"I'll be back later on tonight. Get yourself cleaned up. I want to take you out tonight for a little fun before we talk."
She smirked playfully and I giggled.
"What are you smirking at Miss Gomez?"
She laughed and quirked her eyebrow, "Well, Miss Lovato" She stepped forward and pecked my lips "I was just thinking how lucky I am that I have you all to myself."
I laughed, "Damn straight"
She laughed again and her face went slightly reminiscent, "It'll be just like old times." She smiled wistfully at that and I couldn't help but smiled back.
"Yep, just like old times, just me and you."
I leaned in to kiss her and I walked out the door. I got into my car and waved to her. I looked into the mirror and gasped. I looked like crap. My hair was slightly disheveled and my clothes were wrinkled, looking like they were slept in, which they clearly were. But the most shocking were the dark bags under my eyes. I hadn't realized they got that bad because the makeup was covering them most of the time.
I sighed, put my car into gear and drove away. I glanced back to see her watching me leave from the door with a frown on her face. A minute later I got a phone call. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID; I just picked it up quickly, "Hello?"
"Miss Lovato?" I smirked and giggled, "Yes,"
"I love you"
"I love you too angel"
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