The story no one knows how to tell right

8. Chapter - Alone in LA

!!! Trigger warning: The following chapter includes sexual action and drug use !!!

That girl, I don't know, but she has something on her, that let me feel something. Something I didn't feel in a long time. While I was driving home, I called Jordan." Hey, Jordan" - "Hi what's up Demi?" - "Sorry for calling you on your free day, but I have two questions. First of all, what are you up to tonight? Anything planed? Second, do you have the phone number of the journalist from TIME magazine, which I invited yesterday to my concert? " - " Not sure, I must look that up, hang on!" ... after a minute of silence ..."Yeah, I got it, I will send you the contact right away. And to your first question, yes, I'm going out with my boyfriend, it's our 6 month anniversary. Why? do you need anything?" - " Thanks' Jordan, I owe you something! Not really, just asking if you were free tonight. You know just felt a bit lonely... but don't worry I will ask Matt or Marissa. And happy anniversary to you both. Have fun!" - "Okay, just call me if you need anything, I'll be there for you. Thanks! I will see you tomorrow at 7! Bye!" - "See you! Bye!"

Well, then I guess I am on my own for tonight. Matt and Marissa were over the weekend in Denver, to watch a concert by Taylor swift. I hope I can pass the night without doing something stupid. When I arrived back home, I saw the message from Jordan with Laura's number. I saved it in my contacts and send a Hi with the pics we did earlier. Even though she won't see it for a few hours.

I got to my bedroom and change into something comfy. Then I made myself a cup of tea, sat on the couch, and watched a new episode of my favorite crime Show. After I while I fall asleep.

* Couples hour later*

I woke up. The TV was still on. it was already dark outside. I got up, turn off the TV, and looked for my dog. I found them sleeping in their basket. I filled their food bowl so when they got up, they can eat. I did some dishwashing. As I was almost done, I hear the doorbell ring.

I opened the door. It was my ex-lover/ex-dealer standing there with a bottle of water. "Hey Baby!" - "Brandon, what are you doing here?" I said annoyed. "Well Baby, I thought, we could have a nice evening together. You know some drinking, some fucking and everything else we would like to do, like in the old days. If you know what I mean", he said with a wink. "What the hell, Brandon! Did you forget, what happened the last time, when you stayed over? I almost died and you left me alone. Lying there naked and overdosed...." - " Oh Baby, come on, it all went well... you're standing in front of me... still alive... and hot as fuck!" - "Don't say that I had like 3 strokes and a heart attack that night. I could have lost my life and you're standing there joking around. Your such an asshole." - "Okay, I'm sorry Demi. Yes, your right, I shouldn't have left you there alone. But I thought I could make it up to you. Please just one glass." - " One glass! And then you go, Brandon! Do you understand me!" - "Yes, of course!" I let him in, and we went into the kitchen. I put two wine glasses out and he opened the bottle. We sat on the couch. Before I drank the first nip, I thought 'should I really do this again. I'm sober again for like 1 month now. I survived the one-month mark yesterday. With her help. When she wasn't there yesterday, I couldn't have resisted yesterday... she gave me a new reason to stay sober, at least I thought that. But fuck it, she isn't even into girls or live near me or even like me'. I made the first sip, and I could feel, how the alcohol flowed through my body. One glass became two and then the whole bottle. The more I drank the better I like the idea of fucking Brandon again. And then he put his cocaine on the table. Made two lines and inhaled one of them. Then it was over for me. I inhaled the other line. After that, I started to kiss him and sat on his lap. We made out, till we began to undress each other. He picked me up and laid me down on the dining table. He went down on me and started to lick my pussy. I loved that feeling. The combination of alcohol, cocaine, and having an orgasm. After I came, we both took two more lines, then he pulled me over and fucked me from behind. At this time, I wasn't really responsive. The last thing I can remember was that he pulled me on the couch and kissed me on the forehead.

*4 hours later – 6 am the next day*

I woke up, naked. My mouth dry as hell and with a big headache. I couldn't really remember what happened. I squint my eyes, as a sunbeam hits my face. I got up bit by bit. As I saw the wine bottle with two glasses on the table and a used condom on the floor, my memories flashed back in. A bit confused I searched for my phone when I found it, it was already 6.15 am. In half an hour Jordan will be here. I had to hurry up, that she doesn't find out what I did last night, or I will be in big trouble. Again. I immediately regret what I did, last night. I always do, but this time for real. The one thing I thought off, expect from hiding all of that, was her. Why do I do that? I don't even know her. But I would love to change that. And that so fast as possible. I put the two glasses into the dishwasher and hid the empty bottle in the pantry. I cleaned the table, so there weren't any traces of cocaine left. I jumped into my bed. At that moment I heard a car on my driveway.

I heard her coming in, climbing up the stairs and knocking on my door and coming in. "Good morning, Demi. Ready for the day. We have a lot to do today. So, get ready. I'm waiting downstairs for you. You have 20 minutes." I yawned, said yes, and got up. As she left the room and I lay back in bed. I couldn't get up, especially not in 20 minutes. I didn't know how to get through the day. I was already in the down phase of my trip. Well, there wasn't really an Up since I had overslept most of it. The only possibility, to get this all over is ...., no I can't do it, when I don't stop right now, I can't stop without going to rehab. And that will ruin it all, my carrier, my contracts with my record label, with my management even with my friends and my family. But on the other hand, when Jordan finds out what I did last night, and she will when I get down in that condition, it will be ruined all too. So no matter what I do, everything is fucked up. I thought about what to do. But all the thinking made my headache worse and worse. I decided to throw in some more, to survive the day. I searched in my dressing room for an old handbag of mine. When I found it, I pulled out some old oxycodone, which I had hidden there for a long time. I took a deep breath and then I swallowed two at a time. I put on a pair of jeans and a blouse, put my hair up in a ponytail, and got down. My headache was now completely gone, and I was full of energy for the day. 

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Well, here is the 8. chapter of my story. Be patient with me. English is not my first language. And it's also my first fanfiction. So please read till the end and give that story a vote and leave a comment with any suggestions or ideas. :)

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