Even Heroes Have Scars

[14] Ceiling Tiles

Demi's P.O.V.

A/N
Early update, I know, but I was kind of into it this chapter so you're welcome! Love y'all!

"Look guys! It's Ansley!" a girl who looked rather bitchy laughed. "Lemme guess, you're still an anorexic, bulimic, self-conscious, abused, lying, cheating, bitchy, lesbian orphan?"

"Face it. Even a year later you're still working in a damn diner instead of going to college, which you can't afford," a boy in jeans, a button down, and a college hat said. He was buffish.

"Too bad you can't ask your mom for money. Or love. Your mom is dead!" another guys dressed in leather said.

"And so is her dad! He abused her!" The bitchy girl smirked.

"So," a boy in jeans, a t-shirt, and vans stepped on the other side of the counter and put his arm over her shoulder. "How does you and me tonight sound?"

"She can't, Aron. Remember? She's a lesbian!" a girl in booty shorts and a tank top also moved to the other side of the counter.

"Didn't mean that occurred to her when we made love last October," the boy objected.

"That wasn't love!" Ansley shouted. "That was rape!"

"Oh, come on. You enjoyed it."

"No I didn't," Ansley stuttered.

"Maybe she'd like something more her sexuality," booty shorts girl smirked as she took t-shirt boy's place. "Tell me, Ansley. You got any pot at your place? If not, we can go back to mine."

I shot straight up and glared at everybody. T-shirt boy gasped and laughed at me. Before I knew it, they were all laughing, and Ansley was near tears.

"So now you've got Demi Lovato as your body guard?" the bitch laughed again.

"You guys have no lives," I snarled.

"Um...yeah we do," booty shorts said obviously.

"If you had lives, you wouldn't be spending all your time bullying innocent people for the sake of your own self enjoyment. Leave. Her. Alone," I growled.

"What? Are you her girlfriend or something?" Leather asked.

"No. I'm her friend. And I care about everyone until a certain point in time. You hurt my friend, I hurt you!"

A police officer walked through the door quietly, and I made sure I spoke.

"Seducing people, raping people, making fun of people for not having enough money to go to college because their parents are dead and they're taking care of their brother on their own, making fun of people for their sexuality, you're all insane and you make me sick. I want you out of here! Out!" I screamed.

"We don't take orders from you either!" button down retorted.

"Yeah, well, you do take orders from me," the police glared hard.

They all gulped and I crossed my arms.

"Make them sign a paper to keep them away from her. Especially the ones who touched her in any way, shape, or form. Fine them all!" I yelled to the officer.

"Will do," the officer nodded.

A few more officers arrived with handcuffs and another police car. Everyone was taken out if the diner and shoved into the cars. I ran to Ansley's side, as she was rather traumatized, and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly as she cried into my chest. Those fucking assholes! They raped her? She was a lesbian? Fucking god! My heart literally shattered in my chest. Everything in me that ever lived died, collapsing on itself. And even years later, she was still getting bullied by her high school bullies. My whole world crashed down like an avalanche. I looked at Cody, who was holding a landline telephone in his hand. He must have been the one who called the police.