Okay, so i really like this story, so im writing mooorrreeeee :)

thousand lies - yeh she pissed me off too, but she gets better, maybe i dunno :)

Omid - yeh she gets touched and whatnot D: thank you for the reviewsssss

tellmeyoullstay - go ahead and choke them,,, seriously, if you give me a name and ur description (i know that sounded weird) but ill let you choke them to death in my story, honest to god, ill write u in somehow :) what u say to that?

This chapter was inspred by Taio Cruz ft Ludacris -Break your Heart

Disclaimer - I own nothing. Fuck.

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"What you in here for?" Some lady asked me. She was skinnier, and prettier than the rest. She had long blonde hair and no tattoos. She looked like a trophy wife type.

"For loving someone." I whispered.

Demi's POV

She nodded and comforted me the whole time.

Her name was Tawni.

It turns out she was gay too, and that when her first husband, whom she divorced, found out, came and raped and beat her. Then she killed him.

I could tell we would be okay, if we stuck together.

It was her first time in prison too.

We arrived at a giant building, surrounded my steel gates and electric fences.

"Oh jeez." Tawni whispered. She was sweating she was scared so much.

"We're really in the dog house now." I said, trying to bring some humor into this. She gave me a weak smile and we were pushed inside.

Tawni and I weren't put together in a cell, but we were close, just in front of each other.

I was in there with some lady called Big Bertha.

Holy shit.

If there was a stereotypical jail woman, this would be her.

Scars, tattoos, muscled, rough demeanor.

I wanted to piss myself when I saw her.

Some other female prisoners, who looked pretty beat up, wished me good luck.

"Why?" I asked.

"She's a hermaphrodite." They sadly returned.

Well, fuck me. But not literally!

I could only gulp and turn around to look at her cracking her knuckles.

"Name's Bertha, what's your's pretty lil' thang?" She asked.

"Demi." I managed to squeak out.

I looked to see the other prisoners shaking their heads, some telling me to scream, others saying to fight.

How can I fight this... gorilla?

Fighting her would be like a mouse, against a lion.

"Let's cut this short, get on the bed." She ordered.

I turned around and grabbed the metal bars that contained us, and screamed my lungs out, I was scared shitless.

"Shut up ya lil' bitch."

She grabbed my arms and pinned them to my side.

I hated how strong she was.

You know when your little, like 6 or 7, and you could arm wrestle a boy and win? It was only cause you've matured faster. But as you get older, guys get stronger, just automatically, and now you can't win an arm wrestle to save your life.

That's how I felt. Useless to stop losing.

She chucked me against the bed and started unbuttoning my jumpsuit as she sat upon me.

I screamed, no one helped.

I punched and kicked against her, nothing worked.

She was like a wall.

She looked at my body. I had nothing but a black wife beater and some nasty boxers they gave us. She pulled up the wife beater to be met with the one thing I got to keep.

My lacy black bra.

I could feel the wet tears run down my cheeks. They fell into my ears because I was lying down.

"Well, ain't you somethang." She stated.

She ran her dirty hands down my flawless body and stopped at my boxers.

She pulled them off and she threw them to the floor.

I could only cry and sob, begging her to stop and to leave me alone.

She unzippped her jumpsuit and lay atop of me.

"Stop, please." I begged.

"This won't take long, and who knows, you may enjoy it." She laughed and entered me the whole way.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed. She hit me in the face. I felt myself stretching and adjusting down there. It hurt like a motherfucker.

"Shut it bitch!" She ordered.

She groaned and I threw up a little in my mouth.

...I also think I died a little inside.

Oh god, this was disgusting. She had taken my virginity. I mean, I know i've had sex before but that was with girls, and none of us had dicks so nothing ever passed our virgin barrier.

The only sounds that could be heard were broken shrieks, vial moans of an unwillful pleasure, and the occasional bed squeak.

She left me after, throwing my clothes on top of me, and lied down on her bed.

Evil cuntbag.

I looked over to see Tawni with a grimace on her face.

I just gave her an 'I know' look and we were interrupted by the warden.

"Hey girls! Outside!"

They led us to a little area where there was tables, weights, a couple basketballs and some soccerballs, and a big field. I breathed in the fresh air. I know I had only been in there like one hour, but it really did smell.

Tawni grabbed my arm and pulled me away from everyone behind a corner.

She looked at me sadly before hugging me.

"I'm so sorry. I know how terrible being raped is."

"It's okay, I just want to throw up." As kindly as I could, I pushed her away and upchucked next to us. She held my hair and pushed it out of my face.

She's really been helpful.

Sometime between talking and going to grab a basketball, some other girls had came up to us. I had cowered away, but Tawni faced them.

"What do you want?" Tawni asked.

"We came to talk to you to." They stated. There was 6 of them. They weren't as innocent looking as us two, but they were skinny and pretty too.

"About?" Tawni asked.

"We came to talk to Pickle."

"Who's Pickle?" I asked as best as I could cause my voice was breaking.

"You." They claimed and helped me stand.

"Why am I Pickle?" I ask, conufused.

"It's names. I'm Bread. She's Ham, She's Mustard. This is Meat, Mayo and Lettuce."

"But why?" I ask.

"We've all been raped by that fat monster, and we've all become pretty good friends. We are here to offer protection and friendship." Bread offered.

"... I'll accept."

"Welcome to the club." Lettuce said.

"But what about Tawni?"

"She can join too, you can be Tomatoe." She said to Tawni. Tawni nodded.

It was good to have people on your side.

"Oh, gotta make a quick call to my sweetie." Meat said.

"How can you make calls?" I ask.

"We slipped a phone in. Someone on the outside pays for it, and we talk to them. Do you wanna call someone?" Bread quizzed.

"Yes please."

She smiled and passed me the cellular device. We walked to the back of the field, avoiding the cameras and watching eyes.

I dialed the number, listening to the rings. It only took her two to answer.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hey Taylor, can you do me a favour?"

...xXx...

I awoke today, feeling like new. Today, I announce that here forth that it will be a new life for me. Yet, as I get dressed, I feel like nothings changed, or has or ever will.

It's been 2 months today. Today, should be the day I get out. Apparantly, my parents let me stay in here that long to teach me a lesson. They payed the bail, reluctantly, apparantly.

The warden walks up to me, looking pretty pissed off.

"Your free to go." He says glumly.

"Yes!" I pump my fist in the air. "AHAHA! Yes! Now you got no one to rape!" I shouted at Bertha. She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

"C'mon, they're waiting for you." The warden stated.

"Oh, gimme a sec." I say. I ran to the girl's cell, hug them, wish them good luck, and say i'll visit. They really have helped me get through all of this. They would always help me after Bertha raped me, or when someone went to beat me up. I could have never made it without them.

He gets impatient and pushes me out the steel doors.

Stupid fuck.

I get passed my old clothes back. It feels good to be in somewhat clean undies again.

I sign some papers and i'm home free.

"Your parents are waiting outside." The warden said and left me to myself.

I walked out the door. The sun blinded my eyes and it felt great just to have my freedom again. I was my own person all over again. I know I had some stupid rap sheet now, but at least I was out of jail and not stuck being raped 18 times a day. I covered my eyes with my hand and when I looked, there was 2 shadows in front of me.

"Dems?" A voice asked.

"Mom!" I jumped and screamed at her. I ran and hugged her. It was the first time I had seen her since I had been locked up.

"Hello my lil' rebel." They greeted me. I half-heartedly laughed at their joke.

"I've missed you guys so much." I wrapped my arms tighter around them.

"You are in soooooo much trouble young lady." My dad claimed.

"Oh, hehe, right."

"Mhm. Your so screwed." My mom agreed. I just smiled awkwardly.

I walked into my house. The house felt different. Like, something, was just, missing. Something felt wrong. I could feel some kind of hidden tension radiating from my parents.

"What is it? What's wrong?" They looked at me knowingly. I could always tell something was up when I was a little kid.

"Ummm, we have some bad news."

"What?" I asked desperately.

"Your, umm, your grandparents died Demi."

Oh no.

I felt my heart hit my ass.

They were the only two people who have truly cared for me. They accepted me being gay. They accepted all my differences that my parents couldn't. I know my parents are talking now, but I know that by tomorrow we will be back to that seldom ol' solemn family that doesn't speak when they have family dinner.

I just waved them off and went upstairs.

What else could I do?

I collasped into my pillow in tears. Everybody I love and who I care for, leaves me.

Even... Selena.

At that thought I stood up to look through my blinds to stare at her room. I felt kinda creepy staring at her, but she wouldn't know right? Her room looked the same, same everything. The only difference was the bars on her window were bigger, more pure reinforced iron covered it.

What spazoids.

Why would they do that? Seriously, there is like a window right next to that one that's not locked up. Idiots.

I needed someone to talk to right about now, but it wasn't her.

I grabbed a hoodie and hobbled down the stairs.

I called out to my parents.

"I'm going to Taylor's!"

Selena's POV

Family is so stupid. They just leave you in the time of need, or are just completely and utterly against you. I stared at the barred window when I saw the blinds flicker up softly. Two eyes peered out for a few moments. I don't think they saw me. I knew who it was.

Demi.

Dems.

My love.

Who I lied to. Who I lied about. Who I betrayed.

I'm such an idiot.

But if I didn't say she raped me, my grandparents pratically threatened to kill me.

I panicked, I didn't know what else to do.

I tried to tell the judge that it was a lie, but he didn't listen, he was convinced that she raped me. He said that his daughter was raped once, and he wanted justice for everyone who has been.

Stupid idiot.

I don't think i've been more depressed.

Ever.

Not even when my mom killed herself.

I keep thinking about her. She's always in my head.

The worst part of this is that Demi is now out, but she won't even come and visit me. I don't blame her. I was an asshole.

I had a chance to go and get her when she was out of jail. Of course my grandparents wouldn't have known but i'm on such a tight leash I can't even walk out my door without getting interrogated like a motherfucker.

Life sucks.

Demi's POV

I walked to Taylor's house, we had to talk.

I knocked on her door nervously. I started fiddling with my fingers and cracking my knuckles, such a nervous habit.

"Demi!" Taylor screamed as she answered the door. She jumped and hugged me her legs wrapped around as I laughed slightly. Her arms squeezed me tight. "Mmmm you still smell as good as ever." She whispered in my ear.

I asked her as a favor to come see me on every visiting hour. She did every single time. We came really close through all that time. She really was a great girl.

I had to admit, she did smell good too, like strawberries. Even though she had seen me every week, we weren't allowed to touch each other there. Especially, since I was charged with raping a young woman.

"I've missed you soooo much." She admitted.

"I've missed you more gorgeous."

"Oh jeez, your such a charmer." She teased.

"I can charm you in anyway I want i'd like you to know." I chided.

She tugged on my hoodie indicating for me to come in. I walked with her legs still tightly wrapped around me, her heels digging into my butt.

"You can't charm me everywhere." She challenged.

"Wanna bet?"

"Bring it on."

...xXx...

I think I won the bet. We are on her bed, making out. Everything's so hot in this room, it's practically a sauna in here. I'm so hot and bothered. I can tell she is too since her breathe is deep and heavy.

"I win." I breathed out.

"You've charmed me onto my bed, not into it."

"I can still have you my way."

"But we've never had sex in a room. Only in your tree house. It's a big step for you."

"I'm ready to take that step."

"Yeh, but with me?" She questioned.

I looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Your may be ready, but it's not with me you want it with."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You love Selena, not me Demi."

"I'm here with you aren't I?"

"That's only cause you can't be with her."

I sat up on the bed, the mood was kinda ruined.

"That's so not true."

"Demi." She said seriously, giving me a look that made me wanna pee my pants.

"It's not true." I argued.

"It is." She shouted back at me.

"Nope."

"Yes."

"No." I shook my head at her.

"Yes."

"Shut up." I demanded.

"I love it when your bossy." She flirted.

"See? How can I stop what we were just doing if you say things like that?"

"Oh, so you can't control yourself?"

"I-"

"I know you can't. No worries." She cut me off.

"I can for your information."

"Okay, i'm sure."

"You better be."

"Let's just keep making out." She suggested.

"You got it." I replied.

She pushed me back down on the bed.

Selena's POV

I can't believe what I just saw.

Demi was holding hands with the Taylor.

The bad part of this? They were walking together.

...towards her treehouse.

That's our treehouse. Mine and hers.

We had sex in there. My first time. It meant something to me. I guess it meant nothing to her.

I lie on the bed. A sickly feeling building in my stomach. My mouth was dry and I felt naseous. My heart was hurting.

Is this heartbreak?

Oh no, she's not breaking my heart. I've been through too much to have her bring me down.

I will bring myself down.

Not her.

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