Even Heroes Have Scars

[19] Fight

Demi's P.O.V.

I twiddled my thumbs as Wilmer sat in the car and huffed loudly. Every time he huffed like that, he would look down and nibble on his top lip with his bottom teeth before speaking a few moments later.

"Buckle up," he instructed.

"You don't tell me what to do," I crossed my arms.

"It's the law," he looked over at me.

I buckled myself in, my seat belt clicking seconds after his, and slouched in my seat, obviously annoyed. He stuck the keys in the keyhole and twisted it, turning on the ignition and slowly pulling out of the driveway to his house that most people didn't know he had.

Every inhale, every exhale, I heard him breathe, his chest rising and falling. I had memorized the exact sound of it.

"Stop breathing so heavily and just say something for damn sake," I howled.

"What am I supposed to say, Demi?" he looked over at me. "'Cause I don't know."

"You're never supposed to say anything. Say whatever you want. I don't care anymore," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Demi..."

"Let it out. Don't hold it back. Say it. Let it out. I will try not to talk back," I looked down at my lap.

"I'm sorry I told your dad," he quickly mumbled. Tattle tail.

"What did you tell him?" I asked, attempting to keep my voice low.

"That you were on top of Ansley and that you stopped talking to me. I know I shouldn't have, I just felt like you were happier with a girl you just met than with me. I'm sorry that I can feel you slowly and painfully drifting away from me and I'm scared of losing you," he rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, making sure to keep his eyes focused on the road.

"Will...I'm not leaving you," I whispered.

"Yes you are. You're going to leave me for someone else your age, someone who isn't almost thirteen years older than you. I tell your dad about things all the time. I promised him I would never hurt you, but I didn't know it would hurt me in the long run," he sniffed and turned a corner.

"Aren't we allowed to keep our relationship private? I keep it private, even from my family sometimes, so why do you feel the need to tattle tail to my own dad about us? It's not his business, so what makes you think you can bring my dad into this?" I growled. "Might as well have a fucking threesome if you feel the need to include him. You're more open with him than you are with me. You're scared that I'm going to cheat on you with Ansley? I'm scared that you are going to cheat on my with my dad!"

"Are you serious?" he glared at me.

"Very," I looked out the window.

We were both silent until we pulled into Wilmer's driveway.

"At least I said I was sorry," he turned off the car and folded his hands in his lap as he spoke.

"Any time I apologize, you tell me to shut up," I glared at him.

"No I don't! I'm not the one who was on top of that girl was I?" He looked over to me.

"She's anorexic, bulimic, she self harms, and she is most likely suicidal! She was going to throw up and I stopped her!" I yelled.

"I don't want you being friends with someone who will push you back into your old habits. She's not good for you," Wilmer sighed.

I scoffed. "I can't believe you, being my boyfriend for four and a half years, knowing what I've been through and what I stand for with my fans, friends, and family, would say that to me!" I shot him a hard glare, once again, yelling. I hated yelling, but I was beyond pissed at him.