No Angel

V

"DEMETRIA LOVATO!" Sometimes, Demi regretted giving her team the keys to her house. She had barely gotten any sleep last night and she was pretty sure that she had twisted her ankle while she was walking home but of course no one knew that because it was eight in the morning and Holly, she was pretty sure it was Holly, had just busted into her house.

"AS SOON AS I GET UP THERE YOU ARE DEAD! LITERALLY DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!" Holly was usually super nice and calm, like a soccer mom without any bite unless you messed with her child. But Holly did bark and bite and Demi wondered what she had done this time to deserve death threats so early in the morning.

"OH GOOD, YOU'RE AWAKE." Holly set down the glass of possibly cold water that she probably would've thrown on her if she wasn't awake as Demi sat up and glared at her publicist.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THE HELL I'M GETTING CALLS FROME EVERY MAJOR MAGAZINE AND TALK SHOW ASKING IF YOU HAVE A STATEMENT ABOUT THE DUI THAT YOU RECEIVED LAST NIGHT?" Holly screamed, throwing a stack of papers at her, and Demi had been in the business long enough to know what they were. Printed out emails from People and E! News and Star and every other gossip magazine that you could think of, all discussing her DUI that she thought no one knew about.

"Would you like to stop yelling?" She shouldn't have said that because Holly really did have her best interest at heart but it was just too early for all this and she had a killer hangover. Mornings honestly were just not her thing.

"Demi," she hissed, sitting down on her bed and tucking a piece of her naturally blonde hair behind her ear. It looked like it came out of a bottle but she swore that it didn't.

"This is serious. The executives at the label are freaking out. Do you know what a DUI could do to your image? You need to tell me what happened so we can come up with something to say," Holly's voice softened as she reached across and grabbed Demi's hand. She had been with her since 2012, and that had probably been their most rough year together. But she knew the type of person that Demi was and going to jail over a DUI wasn't what she usually did.

"I was at Wilmer's house and I was drinking bourbon. He was killing my mood so I got into my car and left. An officer pulled me over and said something about one of my lights but then he saw the bottle of bourbon by my feet and made me take that test where you have to blow into that stupid little thing. Then he arrested me and like an hour later he finally let me have my one phone call. I called Trey, he picked me up and pissed me off, so I got out of the car and walked the rest of the way home. I know it was stupid, okay? And you know I'm usually not that irresponsible. There was just a lot of stuff on my mind yesterday," Demi explained, folding her arms over her chest before she met Holly's eyes. She was actually ashamed of her actions because yes she liked to party and sometimes get drunk and all that stuff but never had she driven while she was intoxicated. That was stupid. And now that her ankles were burning and one of them was turning an unhealthy shade of purple, it was stupid of her to not just let Trey drive her home despite how much he was pissing her off.

"Okay, that sounds fixable. You're remorseful for your actions and it's not like anyone has pictures of you getting arrested or anything. It's not as bad as I thought. We can fix this," Holly breathed out with a light smile. Since the problem was fixed, Demi laid back down against her abundance of pillows. She would have to go and pick up Lola soon so she should probably get up, but a few more minutes of rest wouldn't hurt anyone.

"What was wrong yesterday?"

"What?"

"You said you had a lot of stuff on your mind...what was it?" Holly questioned as Demi shrugged. She didn't really talk to anyone on her team about what went on in her personal life, even if Holly was her publicist and should probably know about the mess she had been creating for herself for a while. It would be nice to get everything off of her chest but then again, she just wanted to keep it to herself. The less people who knew, the better.