Chapter 4.
It's been two weeks after my horrible night, and I have not spoken to Selena. She disgusted me after what she has done to me. My own sister was so angry with me that she would put me harm's way. "Demi?" she asked. I gave her a "leave me alone look" and walked out the front door. I didn't want to associate myself with her, I rather take the bus to school this morning. I think she know she went over the line with this one.
Everything came crashing down on me as I contemplated. My mom who is too busy living the life she wants in Europe, my father who has another family without letting anyone know, and my sister to top the cake. I know that somebody in the world is going through much worse than me, but I couldn't feel like that I was only one with deep sorrow pain. The bus was very quiet this morning; I look at the other students who looked drained from their fantastic weekend I guess, while I am just purified with hatred in my veins. "Demi?" Penelope asked while tapping my shoulder. I was too much in a daze with my music that I forgot she was in my presence.
"Yeah?" I asked. "You haven't spoken to me since like two weeks ago! Are you okay, and I am sorry for that insult when I said you were going to die alone I didn't mean I was just angry." Penelope pleaded. I had a smug look and replied, "It is fine don't worry about it." She gave a big sigh and said, "Whew! Had to get that off my chest." She smiled. I never understood people like Penelope always smiling, always happy, and wanting other people acceptance. Is it a mask, a costume, something?
By my locker that day, I overheard girls chattering about Justin Bieber. "I don't know why the media is so mean to my husband, he is such a great guy." A random girl said to another girl. Bullshit as I say. Justin is a ruthless pig, who preys for the weak (as so he thought). His hands groping my ass makes my skin crawl. As I shuddered the thought from my head, I walked to my first class. Mr. Chaunny was delighted that I wasn't late to his class today. "Okay class, we are going to have a project." He stated "Can we be in pairs?" a girl called out. He shook his head no and replied, "No this is an individual project Brianna." So that was her name.
"You are going to write a poem stating the things in your life; it doesn't have to be personal, but if so email it to me first." That wasn't going to be hard. My life is shitty right now. Better yet that should be the title of my poem: The Shitty Life of Demi Lovato. "When is this due?" Brianna asked. Mr. Chaunny looked a bit annoyed, "If you let me get to that I will let you and your classmates know that it is due next month, but if you happened to finish early drop it in the early bin." He points his index finger to show where the bin was.
The project wasn't going to be hard at all; it just needed a lot of thought process. The class went by fast, and so was the day. Walking to my locker someone pushed me hard on the ground. As I stood up to see who the person, they were already running down the hall. Jerk. I dusted myself off from the ground. Selena was walking towards me with sadness in her eyes, "Demi can we talk?" It took everything in my body to not punch her. "What?" I coldly stared at her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what was up with me. I should have known better. This year has been crazy for the both of us. Dad and mom are really to blame. It just feels like everyone I care about slips from me, and I can't do anything about it. I'm so sorry Demi." She sobbed.
Selena? The girl, my sister who I thought was invincible is breaking down in school for everyone to see her. I know she meant every word she said, she loves her dignity more than herself. I couldn't help but hug her and say, "It is okay Sel, everything is going to be okay, mom and dad may not see it, but were strong enough to get pass this." She pulls away from the hug and smiled. "You haven't called me Sel in a long time, c'mon let's get in the car." She smiled.
I couldn't help but to smile back at her; my big sister who I loved more than anybody. It felt great to smile. I think I was smiling for too long because Selena snapped her fingers to get my attention, "C'mon Ms. Cheesy I want some food." On the way home in the car, Selena and I were mostly talking about stuck-up girls and guys. It felt great to laugh with her. Later that night, for dinner we had tv dinners. "The mac-and-cheese is horrible I miss the way mom use to make it." Selena whined. "Yeah, she would make it so right, not too cheesy and not so plaster either." I replied. We both sighed as we laid on the couch.
The silence was growing, so I turned to the news. "Breaking news on global pop star Justin Bieber." The news woman said. "I am turning." I said aggravated. I didn't want to hear anything else about "Justin Asshole Bieber." "Shh no I want to know what's going on." Selena said concerned. "Ugh." I groaned. "The pop star posted on his Instagram stating that he apologizes for the incident that happened backstage with a fan." My jaw drops to the floor. "Aw, what a sweetheart I wonder who he is talking about." Selena said. Now I was confused first with Selena, how can she be so lost did she forget that I went backstage with him? Second, "The Justin Bieber" is asking me to accept his apology what a ballsy move.
"Demi didn't you go backstage with him?" she asked. Oh so now she wants to catch on, something inside of me didn't want to tell her what Justin did to me so I replied, "Yes, but one of his security guards handed me a concert bracelet and his new CD." I lied. "That seemed like it would have been fun, I'm still sorry for what I did though. Just know that I will never do that again." Selena holds up her pinky f to make a promise. I felt nothing but guilt as I pinky swore with her. "Justin Bieber had an interview with Barbara Walters stating his apologies." The blonde news woman continued. I gulped hard, but silently. "Yeah that night was crazy, and I done something I wasn't supposed to do, so I just wanted to make it up to her." Justin said to Barbara Walters.
"Can you tell the audience what's her name?" Barbara Walters asked. He chuckled with a smirk on his face and said, "She know who she is." Clever. But I hope Justin know that I am not going to fall for that shit so easily. "So who is Justin's mystery girl?" the news woman said. Oh no, why is this happening to me? I wish I wasn't chosen to go up to that stupid stage, and I wish I didn't go to the stupid concert. "I'm tired, so Dem can you clean up the kitchen? I will do it tomorrow." Selena asked. I nodded and said, "Sure no problem go catch up on some z's." I smiled. She smiled back and went upstairs.
While I was doing the dishes, I was interrupted by a phone call. I looked on my screen on my phone and saw my father's face pop up. "You're going to have to talk to him someday." I whispered to myself. Taking a deep breath I picked up my phone. "Hello Demi?" my father asked. "Yes." I stated. "Honey I am so sorry, I was going to tell you that day after school, Claire just beat me to the punch. We all make mistakes in this world, but you and Selena are most definitely not one to me. I and your mother faded away, but that has nothing to do with you and your sister. Your mother can be a bit much at times, but I still love her because she has given me the greatest gift of all, and its two beautiful baby girls. Don't think I abandon you guys. I see you, Selena, Claire, Mike, and Michael as my one whole of a family." My dad pleaded. It was great to know all the feelings he shared, but it was too soon to swallow that I have a step-mom, and two brothers just yet so I replied, "Dad everything is fine and I'm happy that you shared that with me." On the other line it sounded as if he did a huge relief sigh. "Thank you baby girl." "No problem dad, I am currently busy so I will call you back as soon as I can." I said. "Okay call me at any time." I clicked the phone to end, and resumed to washing the dishes.
In the next ten minutes my phone ranged again.
