Demi P.O.V

I had been at this hell hole for nearly two hours now. Dad would be coming home any minute now and I'm glad. Glad that I could leave this fake, suckish house. Okay it wasn't suckish it was like the perfect house. Her room was twice the size of mine, their swimming pool made my reasonably sized one look like a fricking Jacuzzi. It showed me now where all his money was going. Clearly this family is more important to him than Dallas and I ever was.

Seeing this amazing, modern house made me realise that the reason why I don't get sent the same amount of money as I had two years ago was because he was spending it all on this house and his children. I still can't believe that he's been getting away with this for eleven years. Actually I can. He was never here so I never questioned on where he was I just thought that he was at work a lot out of state and stayed in hotel rooms all the time. Boy was I wrong.

"Demi, do you wanna go over the scene again?" She muttered, looking anywhere but me.

She had been acting like this all night, timid and shy. This wasn't the Emily I knew and hated. This version of her made me feel slightly sympathetic towards her, which was strange.

"I think we're done enough rehearsals for now. Let's have a break." I put the book down on the bed and stood up walking around the room, stretching my legs.

"Yeah, okay."

This was frustrating me now. She's surely bipolar or something, you can't just be mean one week and then shy and not talk to me the next.

"Right what is going on with you?" I turned my whole body, putting my hands on my hips.

"Excuse me?" She spoke quietly. If there had been any background noise I would not have heard her, it was that quiet.

"I said what is going on with you."

"Nothing." She crossed her legs and looked out the window.

"Emily don't play dumb with me, what's up?" I didn't mean for it to come out so snappy, but she was getting on my last nerve playing the innocent girl.

"I'm confused."

"One week you hate my guts and the next you're all let's talk and be friends...kinda." I walked towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed where I was sat before.

"I never hated you." She whispered, picking at her nails.

"Pfft, okay and my mom is Oprah." I chuckled, bringing my legs under my ass and sitting on them.

"I didn't hate you, I just...envied you." She whispered the last part as her voice broke on the first syllable.

"Envied me?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her and closed my notebook, hiding the script that was hidden beneath the pages.

"Y-...forget it, it's nothing." I stopped packing away when I realised why she envied me. It wasn't because I was cheer captain it was because I had what she wanted.

"I had Nick." I whispered, looking up from the scripts and studying her sad eyes and face.

"Hmm." She didn't even move her lips; the sound that escaped them was almost the sound of giving up. I didn't like it. This wasn't the Emily that I knew.

"You love him?" I sat back against the headrest, my muscles soothing as the smooth felt like material rubbed against my bare shoulders.

"N-no...I mean I did back then but..."

"But what?" I questioned, searching her eyes for any clue.

"I was angry and upset that he'd moved on with someone and that someone being you." She rushed out stopping when she saw the look on my face. "If he'd have moved on with anyone else in this entire school I don't think I would have cared so much...it was just the fact that it was you."

"Why does that matter?" I thought out aloud, causing her head to shoot up from the floor.

"Because it's you. You're the one everyone loves, the one who everyone looks up too...you always have been. I knew Nick was meant to be with you and I knew it was going to happen, but I didn't expect it to be that quick you know." Tears threatened to fall before her hand skimmed across her smooth face, wiping the few escaped tears away.

"It was nearly three months before he even looked at me Emily. I mean can you blame him for getting into a relationship so quickly, you hurt him real bad, he was torn up that summer." I admitted moving forwards so I was closer to her, so close that our knees were almost touching.

"I didn't mean to hurt him I really didn't...but it was just I saw the way he looked at you even before I started going behind his back...and it hurt. I wanted him to hurt because he hurt me. I wanted him to realise what he was doing to me was slowly killing me. I loved him Demi I really did, but I could tell that he wasn't mine to keep hold of and that his heart belonged to someone else. That's why I didn't particularly like you and I'm sorry." A tear slipped down her face, the tear falling onto the page of her notebook where her written script was.

"You know we're both at fault. We said some horrible and immature things to each other back then. I would be happy to put our past behind us and be friends, if you were too."

"I would love that." She whispered, a small smile spreading across her face.

"I never believed I would hear that come out of my mouth."

"Me too!" She rocked back and forth on her thighs before pulling me into a bone crunching hug.

"Thank you Demi." She whispered next to my ear.

"For what?" I pulled away puzzled.

"Forgiving me for all that I've said to you and done to you." Her smile faltered and her frown appeared again.

"Don't frown and plus it wasn't that hard to forgive you." I smiled and grabbed onto her hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Now I can see why everyone loves you." She chuckled and stopped at the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

I shook my head, getting rid of all friendly thoughts and focused on the plan, knowing that I had once chance and if it went wrong Nick would be in shit.

My back was too the door, I purposefully sat like this so I could turn around and make it look more realistic.

The door swung open and I heard his voice, the sadistic and fake happy voice he put on when I was a child.

"Pumpkin how was your day and who's this may I ask?" I could hear him approach the bed as he got nearer and nearer to me.

"Hey dad this is-"

"Demi." I turned swiftly with a big, fake smile slapped across my face. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped when it came to realisation who I was. "Dad, w-what are you doing here?" I stuttered out, staring through him.

"Demi what do you mean dad?" Emily whispered slouching back against her pillows.

"That's my dad...wait you called him dad?" I turned, facing Emily with a shocked expression written across my face.

"Because he is my dad." Both our eyes widened and our faces sunk in as we realised what this meant.

"Demi, Emily let me explain." He walked towards us only to be stopped by Emily's shaken voice.

"No you stay the hell away from me...from us." She shook her head, trying to hide the tears that spilled out of her eyes.

"Dad h-how could this happen. You had me with mom and then you, what go sleep with some other woman and have a child?" I shouted, slamming my hand down on the pile of books next to Emily's bed.

"Demi-"

"Y-you cheated on mom!" I shouted, the tears falling from my eyes. I wasn't acting, these weren't fake tears. These were real surprisingly, I didn't realise how much he had hurt me that I would actually cry over him.

"Demi it's not like that-"

"What is it like then dad, please inform me?" I screamed, my face going bright red as the anger and upset he's caused me over these past few years came out.

"It was a hard time for your mom and I-"I silenced him with my harsh tone.

"Everyone has hard times dad, they don't just go and sleep with another woman and get her pregnant!" I gripped the sides of the bed, my fingers beginning to ache.

"Just shut up!" He strode towards me, dragging me up by my hair and shortly releasing his grip once Emily gasped.

"Dad let go of her! What the hell is wrong with you?" She shouted and stood up punching him in the chest over and over again.

"So you live here with this family huh? You live ten minutes away from me and you can't even be bothered to come and see your own daughter? I've seen you once since I was released from rehab dad. Once in four months." I whimpered and stoop up from the bed, pushing past him. I ignored Emily's shocked face about my revelation and carried onto the door. "I don't want you near me and if you do, I'll call the cops." I gave him one last look before running out the door just as Emily's mom entered the room screaming her head off as well.

I reached the bottom of the stairs when someone grabbed onto my wrist, tugging me back.

"I'm not sure what just happened in there...but I don't wanna stay here. D-do you mind if I come back to yours with you?" She sniffled, still holding tightly onto my hand.

"The decorators said they would be done today by four so we should be fine. Do you have everything you need?"

As she was about to answer dad's booming voice echoed around the house.

"Emily, Demi get back up here now!"

I ran, pulling Emily along and out of the house before settling into Nick's car.

"H-"

"Nick just drive and get us out of here." I breathed heavily, bringing Emily into a tight hug, letting her head rest on my shoulder.

I generally cared for Emily's safety; she was my sister now so I kinda had to. I don't know what's round the corner for us but I just hope that maybe we can get there and deal with whatever it is...together.

I was ready to give Emily a chance.

I just have to hope that she'll do the same with me.