No Angel

IX

Demi: you kissed me on my lips.

Tremaine: what?

Demi: you kissed me on my lips. That was the one rule that I had. I'm done. I'm seriously done. I'm blocking your number so don't text me, don't call me, and don't even mention my name. Let me move on and focus on your girlfriend.

She had viciously scrubbed every inch of her body but she didn't feel as if it was enough. It didn't feel like it was enough to get Trey's disgusting scent off of her, no matter how hard she scrubbed. She had scrubbed so hard that she thought she would scrub off her spray tan. Her skin was raw and red and she was almost ashamed to get out of the shower and have to face Drake because she couldn't get rid of the filth that another man left on her.

Demi wrapped her arms around herself as she timidly stepped out of the bathroom, her wet hair tossed into a bun with her glasses on her face. She rarely wore her glasses but her eyes were so irritated from crying that she couldn't even put her contacts in. A long sleeve shirt and long sweats covered her body because she didn't want Drake to see the marks that Trey left on her.

Never had Demi been shy about what she did with guys. She didn't feel nearly as bad as when she used to have sex with Trey and then go see Wilmer a few hours later but this time was just so different, because she didn't want it this time. Everything in her had been screaming for her to push him away but she couldn't. They were too involved and she had Trey wrapped around her pinky but he had a hold on her that didn't seem to be breaking anytime soon.

"What's wrong?" Drake questioned as he reentered the room. He had went downstairs to get them something to eat because he said that room service was too slow so he came back in carrying two Styrofoam containers but Demi simply shook her head and went to climb into bed. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't want to face Drake.

"Demi, I'm not letting you go to sleep until you tell me what the hell is going on with you. You were a mess in that bathroom and it looks like you could break down crying any minute now. What is going on?" Drake set the food down and made his way over to her before she could get underneath the covers and disappear. He sat down on one of the couches in the room and pulled her down onto his lap as she chewed down on her bottom lip to keep herself from crying. The rusty taste of blood slowly filtered into her taste buds so she released her lip and rested her head in the crook of Drake's neck. He would leave her if he knew that she had still been having sex with Trey while she was with him. He would leave her because she was nothing but a whore and he deserved better than her.

"I've never seen you like this before and it's scaring me. I know we haven't known each other for that long but, come on, you can talk to me," he reassured her, looking down at her the best that he could.

"You're gonna leave," she whimpered but Drake shook his head. She obviously wasn't aware of the effect that she had on him. She obviously wasn't aware that even if he didn't want to be with her anymore that he wouldn't be able to just pick up and completely walk out of her life. That would never happen.

"No, I'm not. How about this? You tell me everything that's been going on and I won't interrupt you or shoot you any funny looks or anything, okay?"

Demi slowly nodded her head before lifting it up and staring at him. She was trying to memorize everything about him, because how many times had someone told her that they weren't gonna leave her but they did anyways?

"Trey and I...we've had this thing going on for a while. Like before he even got with Mila. But lately I've been wanting to stop because it just feels wrong, so we haven't really been talking or anything but today at the game he followed me to the bathroom and we had sex. He fucked me against the door of the bathroom stall and then just walked away when he was done. And when we were at the club together and I went to speak with him in private, he fingered me after telling me that I had daddy issues and that was why I was opening my legs for every guy that sweet talks me. I don't want him anymore. I want him to focus on Mila and I want to focus on you because I really like you and if I keep up this thing up with Trey, I'll never get to be normal," Demi explained, refusing to make eye contact with Drake because even if he said no judging, he probably still was. He was probably hurt and angry and was regretting ever asking her to be on a song with him.