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this is maybe i think the final chapter, or second to last, im not sure, second to last :( awh, almost over

anyone want a sequel? I have some reallllyyyy really great ideas for a sequel, so tell me if you want one!

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Demi's POV

It took a little longer to reach my grandparents house than I thought. I took so long that Selena's fallen asleep. She's look like an angel as she sleeps. Her chest moves slowly and her breathing is shallow and long. Everyone does that when they sleep, but she does it just so... perfectly. I guess that's love for you.

I place the yacht into the holding area on our beach and look at Selena.

I don't wanna wake her, but I can't really carry her. Well, you never know till you try.

I picked her up bridal style and took one hell of an awkward step onto the dock.

Phew! Barely made that one.

I carried her as best as I could but soon enough my arms were getting tired as we neared the house.

I looked at the door and glared at the lock. I had no other option.

"Hey, babe, wakey wakey." I shake her slightly and her eyes flutter open slowly.

"Hey." She nuzzles her face into my chest but it's not the time for that.

"Can, you, stand please?" I gasp out as my arms die on me.

She jumps out of my arms and to the floor. I wince at my arms and whimper since they feel like noodles.

"Sorry. I didn't know I was that heavy." She chides.

"Look how far I carried you!" I tell her. She turns her head to the beach and looks speechless.

"I would have dropped you miles ago." She laughs out.

"Nice to know." I smirk as I place the key in the lock and turn it.

I open it and Selena gasps. She's in awe. I don't blame her, it is one amazing house.

It's an old mansion in pristine condition. It even has secret passageways that I know of that I used to play in as a kid. It has miles of acreage around it and a beach front view.

"It's not that late, i'll make dinner." I tell her.

"No, i'll do it. You've worked really hard these past few days, I wanna repay you." She argues back.

Selena wanting to do somethin for others? For me? Well, this is new, but who am I to stop her?

"... okay, well, what can you cook?" I ask her thoughtfully.

"...nothing." She droops her head, ashamed.

I pull her up by her chin.

"Hey, c'mon, it's okay, we'll cook something together."

She smiles and nods happily.

"Well, what do you want? Pasta? Steak?"

"Spaghetti Bolognese."

"Nice choice. My favorite." I kiss her lips and drag her to the kitchen.

"Shouldn't we let your grandparents know that we're here?" She says all of a sudden.

This is way to early to talk about this. I just found out there dead.

"Sel, they um, they both umm... passed away... a few days ago." I tell her. My nose stings and my throat constricts tightly. Tears gather in my eyes. Her face softens immediatly.

"I'm so sorry." She says and takes me in her arms. This feels like the first night we met. She stayed in my room, comforting me when I told her I wanted to kill myself.

"It's okay, they passed away naturally."

"It's still sad."

"Yeah. I know." After a few minutes passed and I was still in her arms. "They left the house in my name, it's all ours. I want to live here with you Selena, forever." I tell her honestly.

I stare into her eyes. She's in deep thought.

She opens her mouth to speak, stops and closes her mouth, but then answers. She hesitated.

"Yes."

"You hesitated to answer." I feel a deep sadness wash over me. After all i've done for this girl, she still doesn't love me. "Jeez, I must be really unlikeable or something." I blurt out. I shake my head in denial. How can she not love me? "Am I just gross or something? Am I ugly, or fat, or do I fucking smell?"

"No! No, it's not that! I've never lived in such a place." She tells me.

"If your gunna make an excuse, at least make a better one than that."

"I'm just scared babe." She reaches her hand out to me, but I pull away. I can see salty tears building in her eyes.

"Don't call me that." I spit. She's always hurting me in some way and I just can't handle it anymore.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer you fast enough. Jeez, what's wrong with you lately?"

"You! That's what wrong with me!" I shout at her, but immediatly regret it as she starts crying.

"I didn't mean it. I'm just-"

She cut me off.

"I wanna go home."

"It's dark out, and i'm not driving you."

"I'll get a taxi." Stupid stubborn girl.

"You have no money, plus it's thousands of kilometers away."

"Who says I don't have any money?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"You didn't bring that box of shit with you?"

She smirks at me.

"I thought we agreed, no drugs." I remind her of our pact.

She chuckles lightly.

"Says the girl who was so drunk last night, she practically raped me."

"I did not-"

Suddenly, all I can see is flashes of memories of the night before.

I remember getting up in the middle of the night after having sex with Selena and practically crawling to the bar. I grabbed the whiskey bottle and the tequila bottle. I sat behind the counter drinking them till they were all gone, and then went back for more, drinking all the vodka and peach snapps.

Then I stumbled to our room, drunk as a sailor, and crawled upon her.

Her eyes flickered open, and she smiled, until she smelt my breath.

"Your shitfaced." She says and pushes me off. I grab her wrists and pin them to her side. I stare her in the eyes menacingly.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid whore and fuck me."

"Demi, get the fuck off of me." She orders.

"You will do what I fucking say you cuntbag, or I will fuck you up."

In my intoxicated stupoor, I had raped and bruised her. I hadn't exactly raped her, but I did force the strap on onto her, and make her slam into me till I climaxed, then I did the same to her, but she didn't climax. She just cried in sorrow and whimpered in pain.

"Sel, i'm so sorry, I thought it was just a nightmare."

"It was a nightmare for me." She pulls back her sleeves to show me her bruised forearms and arms. I start tearing.

When did I even do this? How could I even do this?

I'm just a monster.

"I am so sorry."

"That's not gunna fix my bruises and cuts Demi. You've really hurt me."

"I didn't know. I was drunk."

"Yeah, exactly, drunk. Something you shouldn't have been anyways. What's wrong with you?"

"My parents kicked me and my grandparents just died. The more I drank the more comforted I felt. Why didn't you tell me I had done that to you?" I ask her.

"Your parents kicked you out? I didn't tell you cause you didn't remember, so there was no need to bring it up."

"Yeh, kicked out. They really wanted this house, and when I got it, they told me to leave. You still should have told me about it."

"I didn't want to have to relive it and think about it anymore Demi! That's why I didn't tell you!"

"I've hurt you! You should have said something!"

"... I thought, that, maybe, you would hurt me again."

I break into tears. I've really hurt the one I love and adore.

"I never meant to hurt you in the beginning, I would never hurt you again intentionally."

She nods her head slowly and softly and walks to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"Why would you ever think I would hurt you again?" I ask her as I bury my face into her hair. I can feel her tears greet my collarbone in droplets and run down my body.

"You really seemed to enjoy it when you hurt me." She whispers.

I pull her back at the shoulders and look into her eyes seriously.

"You listen to me, I was drunk. I was very intoxicated, I had no clue that I was hurting you. I never ever want to hurt you."

She nods and takes me once and again into an embrace.

"Let's order a pizza and cuddle while we watch a movie till we fall asleep together in each others arms." She suggests.

"You got it."

I pick up the house phone and phone book while smiling at her.

She smiles back and sits on the couch.

I feel so guilty. I've really fucked her up, and vice versa. We're like two fucked up peas in a fucked up pod.

I feel so bad looking at her.

I can remember the other night, very clearly actually. The whole thing plays in my mind like one fucked up movie.

The part that frightens me the most is sick, it's twisted.

I do remember hitting her... and enjoying it.

Selena's POV

I feel bad for Demi. She was drunk and she hurt me, but i'm fucking scared shitless of her. I feel like at any one moment she's gunna hit me again and laugh like she did last night.

I've hugged her, and tried comforting her, even though i'm the one who's hurting, but i've cringed every time we've touched.

I really do love her, but i'm terrified of getting a repeat of last night.

"Pizza will be ready in half an hour for pick up, so in that time, we can go to the video store and get snacks." She shouts to me. "Are you okay?" She asks, she's much closer this time, like sat beside me close.

As subtly as I can, I scooch away.

"Why do you ask?" I quiz her, scared as fuck as she scoots close to me and places her hand on my knee.

"You've been staring at the t.v. for 10 minutes." She says.

"So?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"It's not even on Selly."

I nearly throw up when she says Selly. That's the nickname she was moaning last night when she raped me.

"Let's go get that movie." Changing the subject usually works. Demi just goes along with it, probably planning to push the questions she has later.

She pulls me through the garage while she grabs the keys.

"Trucks this way." She says, smiling. Her smile is sick and twisted. My heart is racing in fear. It's like her smile is plastered in her face, looking as false as ever.

"Howabout I stay here? Get everything ready y'know? Plus i'm too tired to go out right now." I propose. Please, please, please don't make me go out with this monster. Someone fucking help me.

"Sure, i'll see you in half and hour. Feel free to look around." She says before jumping into the Escalade and racing away. She drove off so fast that there's skid marks and I can smell the burn of rubber.

When she's gone I bolt inside, running anywhere, trying to find something. I'm not really looking for anything, just maybe something to help her go back to normal, and then it hits me. What in the world can help her? She's fucked.

There's nothing here to help me, and anyways, what would I be looking for? A hammer, a gun? Nothing is gunna protect me from what she can do.

She can do the worst thing imaginable.

She can break my heart, and I think she's about to.

Demi's POV

I rush to the movie store, grabbing some movie off a random shelf and some sugary snacks, before paying and driving incredibly fast to the pizza place. I pick it up, pay, and floor it all the way home after making a personal errand.

I smash open the door really harshly for some reason and drag mostly everything in, looking for Selena instantaneously.

"Hey babe, where are you?" I shout through the house.

I drop everything onto the counter, and search the house, only to find her asleep on the couch.

"Awh." I sit beside her and brush some hair from her face lovingly. She crinkles her nose and shifts her face away from my touch. For some reason, this angers the fuck outta me. Brutally, I grab her face.

She opens her eyes wide as she looks at me, tears gather at once.

"How dare you?" I shout at her. I can't even control myself. I have a bubbling anger inside of me.

"I haven't done anything!" She shouts and tries to sit up. I instinctively grab her shoulders and rip her back down.

She wriggles in my grasp but I just straddle her.

Out of nowhere, she hits me straight in the face as hard as she can so hard it knocks me right onto the floor.

"What's going on with you Demi?" She shouts. I'm so angry she hit me. I'm gunna fucking pound her face into oblivion.

I stand up, and so does she, holding her ground.

"Don't you ever fucking punch me again you stupid cuntbag!" I tell her with nothing but authority in my voice.

"What in the world is wrong with you? Just ten minutes ago, you were fine, and now your beating the shit outta me!"

Something in my mind clicked as I saw the hurt and broken expression on her face.

"I have to tell you something." I whisper, too ashamed to speak properly.

"What now?" She screams.

"I've been drinking more than you know." I tell her.

She sighed and sat on the couch, hands in her face.

I wish she would say something.

"How much?" She mumbles. After a couple agonizingly slow minutes, she looks at me.

"Bottles." I admit, suddenly very embarassed.

"Demi..." She goes to say something, but decides not to. I flop down on a chair, exhausted.

"Where is it all?" I know I have to tell her. If I want her in my life, I have to stop drinking.

"There is some in the truck, and in the fridge and the cellar." It feels nice, knowing someone is there to care for me.

She nods and struts out, picking up the car keys and spinning them around her finger. Selena reaches the truck, opens the boot and her jaw drops. I don't blame her, even the guy at the store I bought it from was shocked. I was just happy to know my fake liscence worked.

Selena closes the lid and gets into the car and starts it with a roar. She drives out the garage and to the long driveway where she gets out and opens the top once again. I watch as she takes all the bottles and starts throwing them against the ground violently. They smash into a thousand little pieces and sparkle brightly from the moonlight.

Once every bottle is gone, she powerwalks back into the house and comes back with the bottles that were in the fridge, and they too are slammed to the ground.

"Where are the cellar keys?" She asks, her hand out expectantly, one sculpted eyebrow raised.

I take them from my back pocket. I was saving them for later tonight, but I see those plans are over.

Rolling her eyes, she walks away from me and saunters downstairs till she sees a dimly light room filled with bottles upon heaps of bottles. It's like a beautiful dream to me, but it soon turns sour as I see the door close, and hear the lock snap.

"Stay out of there. If you go in that room, I will kill you." She threatens me and walks away with a death glare.

I just wanna work things out with her now.

She's in the kitchen, chomping down on a piece of pizza. I lift myself up and sit upon the counter. She slides an icepack to me for my face. She did give it a nice whap, but I know I deserved it.

I hold it to my face, flinching at it's cold before I finally get used to the chill it brings me.

"We have a lot to talk about." I remind her.

"Yes, but not now, it's really late, and i'm fucking exhausted." She says and throws away the crust before going to the fridge and grabbing out a pickle jar. She takes one and eats it slowly.

It's like she's examining me. Her eyes are burning a hole into my soul.

Hesistantly, she walks towards me after her pickles done. Sel gets on her tippy toes and leans towards me. I see she's about to kiss me, but she takes my face in her hands and turns it so her soft lips meet with my cheek.

"Goodnight." I say.

"Mhm." She mumbles as she walks off.

"I love you." I shout. She stops walking on the stairs to peer down at me.

"Mhm." She hums with an abundance of attitude and keeps walking.

...xXx...

I've finally decided to go to sleep... after some late night porn of course since I obviously wasn't getting any tonight.

The stairs seem higher than last time I climbed them. I last climbed them about 4 years ago, so it's inevitable they would be different.

I walk to my bedroom and attempt, but fail to enter. The handle doesn't budge.

"This is my room Sel." I shout through the door. This is the room i've stayed in every single time I have been here. Every single night except for the nights when I had nightmares, except for when I saw my grandparents going at it when I walked in scared one night, and never decided to bother them again after a bad dream.

"See the blankets on the floor out there?" I look, and there they are. "Well, your on the couch tonight."

"Can't I sleep with you?" I ask through the door.

"Pfft yeah right, that's something that has to be earned."

"Can I have a goodnight kiss? Please, just let me have this. Don't isolate me completely." I've resorted to begging already.

"One." I hear her mumble before the door unlocks and a sexy looking Selena stands in front of me, looking as sexy as ever.

She turns her head to the side, pointing to her cheek while she extends her lips and turns them away from me.

"A real one?" I'm asking politely.

She sighs and leans towards me. I take her hips roughly and pull her close. I can feel her heart beat race and her breath is deeper.

"Not again." She whispers against my lips, obviously scared.

"It's not a repeat of the other night, just a fierce, loving, passionate kiss." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and I take this time to crash our lips together.

I push my tongue into her mouth forcefully, wanting to feel her more. Suprisingly, she moans and I start feeling wet already. I push her against the wall as her arms snake around my neck and her hands dig into my hair. I immediately take this oppurtunity to plunge my hand beneath her shirt and feel the soft skin. Her body has the goosebumps already.

She wants to break the kiss, but i'm not letting her.

I let my hands explore further to underneath her sweatpants and try to let my nimble fingers wrap around her thong string, but there is none.

Okay, no underwear? Is it hot in here or is it just her?

I let my nails rake over her centre and she pushes me back lightly, our lips making a 'smacking' sound as they parted.

"Your so naughty." She says as she closes the door and slams it into me. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." I hear her laughing.

Pffttt, so cocky.

"I'm so horny now babe!" I tell her, perhaps enticing her to come out and party with me.

"Well, then you can deal with it like you did when you watched porn downstairs tonight." She is a cheeky bugger.

"Night Demi."

"Night Sel."

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