Only in my Dreams

Chapter 4

Steph Pov cont.

Finally we pull up at the most stunning modern home I'd ever seen. My jaw dropped as I stepped out of the car and onto the driveway of the mansion.

"Welcome to my home" Demi said with a smile while taking my hand once again. I could only manage a small nod as a response to her statement. Demi opened the door to the house and I was met with the sight of some people sitting on a couch watching I presumed was the ID channel. One of them turned around to see who entered the house. I nearly wet myself when I recognised them. It was Chelle.

"Hey Demi, who's your friend?" Chelle said.

"Oh this is Stephanie. I met her at Starbucks today. She's from Australia and she's missing vegemite so I said she could come over for some of ours. Steph this is Chelle, Chelle this is Steph. Oh and that's Matthew next to her" Demi said cheerfully.

"I know who they are" I said with a smile. " I follow them both on twitter. You guys are hilarious and oh my God Chelle your selfies are so hot I love you!" This made them both smile.

"Oh, you love her and not me!?" Demi said with a small pout.

"Of course she loves me. I'm amazing" Chelle said. I giggled and was led by demi into the kitchen.

Demi Pov

Stephanies reaction to the house was so cute. I must admit this house is pretty amazing. Its so awesome that she knows and likes my friends. That will make things easier in the future. Whoa. In the future. Where are you going with this Demi? I grab her hand and lead her to the kitchen, shaking away the thoughts that had just appeared in my head.

"Now how would you like your vegemite? On toast?" I ask Steph while walking to the pantry to retrieve the jar.

"Yeah toast is fine. Will you be having some with me? She asks questioningly.

"Why not. I haven't had any in a while" I grab the loaf of bread and place 4 slices into the toaster. Once the toast was ready Steph took the vegemite and a knife from the draw.

"Now if you're gonna eat vegemite with an Aussie, you need to put the right amount on the toast" she said with an evil grin.

"Oh dear Lord what have I gotten myself into" I laugh. I gasp loudly as I watch Steph place a large amount of vegemite on the bread. She just chuckled quietly.

We sat down at the dining table with Steph to my left. She immediately shoved the toast into her mouth and moan in pleasure. God it sounded sexy. Sexy? What has gotten into you Demi? You're straight. Why are you having those thoughts? I took a bite of my toast as Steph moaned again. I felt my centre get warm. The shock caused me to choke on my food. Steph placed her hand on my back patting it firmly to help me recover from my coughing fit. With her free left hand she passed me the glass of water I prepared. Then I saw them. The deep, red angry scars that covered half her forearm. I immediately burst into tears.

Steph Pov

Oh my God this toast was amazing! I may have overdone it a bit with the vegemite on Demi's toast but oh well. That's what you get when you eat vegemite with an Aussie.

I moaned with pleasure as I took my first bite. I honestly don't understand how people don't like it. It's amazeballs. I moaned again with my second bite when suddenly Demi started to choke. I quickly dropped my toast and gently patted her back, handing her a glass of water in the process. Suddenly she burst into tears. I looked into her eyes, her gaze resting on my arm. I quickly pulled my jumper sleeve down. Yes I know its summer but the stigma attached to cutting gets too much for me sometimes and I've become accustomed to wearing sleeves to prevent people from staring. I quickly return my hands to my toast. My eyes following suit. I sat there for I don't know how long until Demi spoke.

"Why?" she asked, her voice cracking with pain.

"Don't worry about it, its fine" I say trying to give her my most believable smile. Even though im a year clean, its still a daily battle not to relapse and the issues that caused me to cut still cause me some pain.

"No. I know that smile. You cant hide it from me." Tears still silently running down her face.

"I just had a lot of issues in the past. Those are just scars though. They are over a year old and they aren't that bad anyway." I said the last part quietly. Truth was, not many people had seen the worst scars I had. Once people noticed my wrist I would cut where they couldn't see.

"What do you mean they're not that bad. They're worse than mine! Show me the others!" There was a look of determination in her eyes telling me I was going to have to show her eventually.

"Ok. But can we go somewhere private?" she nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me to what I imagine was her bedroom. She sat on her bed looking at me expectantly. I sighed closing the door behind me and walking over to her. I started undoing the button on my jeans. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I blushed furiously.

"Don't look at me like that, they're on my legs" She giggled. "Please don't stare at my fat legs either, I'm ashamed of them" I said with pleading eyes.

She was about to say something but I interrupted her by pulling my jeans down enough for her to see the scars. Some were white, some still red, some small, some very large, some just lines, some words. Her silent tears started again as she reached out a hand to touch them. She lightly traced over one that was 6cm long and 1cm thick, located right near my bikini line. I shuddered at her touch.

"Did I hurt you?" Demi said quietly.

"No, it just tickled" Technically I wasn't lying, it did tickle, just not my leg if you catch my drift. Then her attention came to the words. FAT, UGLY, STUPID.

"You're beautiful. Why would you carve these words into your skin?"

"Because everyone kept telling me I was those things. After a while you start believing it and then I started telling myself I was." She grabbed my hands in her own, her eyes piercing into mine.

"Please, please don't ever think those things about yourself again" she begged.

"Its hard" finally a single tear escaped my eyes. She leaned up and wiped it away with her thumb.

"Well I'm going to make you believe you are the exact opposite!" she said with a determined look on her face. I smiled weakly as she ran her fingertips over my largest scars. They needed stitches like most of my cuts but I didn't get them. It got infected and by then I was too late. I didn't feel comfortable with her looking at my legs any longer so I quickly pulled my pants up and sat down.

"Are there any more?" Demi asked

"Only small ones on my hips" I replied, lifing my jumped to reveal small scars on each of my protruding hip bones knowing she would want to see them.