No Angel

XI

They ended the meeting as soon as everyone was finished with breakfast and Demi couldn't help but to think what a waste of time that was. But she thought all record label meetings were a waste of time, so she was biased.

As soon as she exited the conference room, she practically sprinted to the elevators so that she could get down to her car without any interaction with Trey. She didn't mind talking to Chris because she didn't really know him that well, but she was trying to steer clear of Trey and as long as he was with Chris that wouldn't happen.

"Come on, come on," she urged, jamming the down button a million times but that didn't seem to make the elevator come any faster.

"Did you know that it doesn't matter how many times you push that button because the elevator will still come when it becomes available?" That wasn't Trey talking to her. It was Chris. She turned to face him with a tight smile on her lips because she really just wanted to go home.

"We've met before..."

"I presented you with an award at the VMAs a couple of years ago. Your hair was blonde and teal," Demi reminisced. She had presented tons of awards before but she specifically remembered that moment because Chris had insisted on grabbing her hand and helping her down the stairs. They hadn't met prior to that and it was nice to see that he was such a gentleman despite everything that the media said about him.

"And you had on a black dress...you were the most beautiful girl there that night," Chris replied with a smile. Demi tucked a piece of hair behind her ear but ducked her head, causing her hair to fall in front of her face anyways.

"Now we're going on tour together...what are the odds?" Demi joked, just as the elevator doors finally opened.

"Good, I'm happy that I'll get to see even more of you. Maybe we can get to know each other a little better." Chris and Trey stepped into the elevator but Trey was basically hiding in the corner as Demi and Chris stood next to each other.

"Maybe." That signature smirk of hers returned and from the look in Chris's eye, she could tell that he was already hooked. It was like magic.

She hadn't been in her house in so long that she had forgotten how lonely it made her feel. How the four walls seemed to close in on her and every single sound that she made bounced off of the walls and echoed throughout the empty house. The sound of her gagging in her spacious bathroom, hunched over the porcelain toilet with her head practically stuck inside of the bowl was what was echoing through the house now, and if anyone were to walk in they would be seriously disturbed. She should've known the binging out on those sour Jolly Rancher bites and then eating an entire box of mushroom and onion pizza all by herself wasn't a good idea, especially after Drake had been screening her phone calls.

"Worse than a hangover," Demi mumbled, finally pulling her head out of the toilet and flushing the contents away. She balanced her head in her hands and released a deep breath to subdue the nausea that she was feeling. The contents of her stomach just kept stirring up and they wouldn't stop.

Finally, after being stuck by the toilet for the entire day, Demi stood to her feet, her legs practically giving out underneath her, but she used the wall to guide her back to the sink so that she could wash her face and brush her teeth.

"DEMI!" Of course it was Jhene. It was like she could read her mind because all she wanted was someone to cuddle with and run their fingers through her hair and since Drake was ignoring her, Jhene was the next best option.

"Whoa, what the hell happened to you? Did you go partying last night?" Jhene questioned as Demi viciously scrubbed at her teeth. Her hair was different...she got box braids. They looked good on her too, but then again, she could pull off anything.

"No, Drake has been ignoring the hell out of me since like yesterday so I came here and binge ate like everything and my stomach didn't agree," Demi explained, but Jhene quirked her eyebrow as she stared Demi down.

"What?"

"Since when do you get acne? And no offense but why does your face look so puffy?" Jhene asked, folding her arms over her chest as Demi stared at herself in the mirror. Since she hit puberty, she had never had a spot of acne on her face. She just always had naturally clear skin and it had stayed that way. But she had noticed that little red bumps had begun to appear on her chin and her cheeks and there were a few by her hairline. She didn't think much of it though. And her face had gotten chunkier, she could tell. But she kept her hair down so that it would be less noticeable to herself and others.

"You're pregnant," Jhene stated, causing Demi's neck to snap in her direction. Pregnant? Pregnant? There was no way in hell that she was pregnant. She would just know, right? Pregnancy is something that a woman just knows is happening, right?

"I'm not-"

"I got super bad acne when I was pregnant with Nami. It's something that women go through in their first trimester. The cravings of foods that you didn't even like before, the bloating, you buying half of a new wardrobe because you've gained weight. Demi, you're pregnant," Jhene explained as Demi began to shake her head back and forth. Suddenly, the bathroom didn't seem so spacious anymore. The south wall was covered from floor to ceiling in mirrors and it felt like it was all closing in on her. All she could see was her reflection, staring back at her with a baby bump and a bloated acne filled face. Her heart beat was louder than ever and she could hear her blood rushing through her ears and the sound of her own unsteady breathing.

"Demi." She could hear Jhene but she sounded so distant, so far away, when only a few seconds ago she had been standing right next to her.

"Demi, you need to breathe!" But she couldn't get herself too. It felt as if she was choking on the oxygen around her, as if it was suffocating her instead of filling her body with air and relief.

"I need an ambulance!" It was the last thing that Demi heard before her bathroom consumed her and it all disappeared into nothing.

You know that feeling when you first wake up and you have no concept of time or space? You have no idea where you are, like waking up from a dream and not being able to come to terms with reality. That was how Demi felt as she opened her sore eyes and took in what was around her. There was an oxygen mask over her face, but she didn't feel like she needed it so she took it off and tossed it to the side of her. On her right hand there was an IV that was pumping some unknown substance into her and Demi groaned as she yanked it out and tossed that to the side as well.

"Oh sweetheart, you can't take that off." She knew that voice from anywhere because her accent was so distinct. It was her OBGYN, Dr. Saran, and she was putting the IV back in her hand as Demi felt herself fully awaken.

"We need to get this medicine in you to help the baby," she said as she patted Demi's hand which was supposed to comfort her but only got her worked up all over again.

"I can't be pregnant, I'm on birth control," she managed to choke out as Dr. Saran shot her a pitiful expression before sitting at the end of her bed.

"Demi, sweetie, the only true form of birth control is abstinence. I've known you for a very long time and I'm not blind to what it is that you do in your personal life, okay? You're pregnant, about three months along. We can take another ultra sound if you want," Dr. Saran said but Demi shook her head. She could not be pregnant. She could not have a child. She physically, mentally, and emotionally could not do it. How was she gonna take care of a baby? She had the physical means but the simple fact was that she didn't want to.

"I want an abortion," Demi breathed out, causing her doctor to widen her eyes.

"Demi I-"

"I want an abortion. You legally can not talk me out of it."

"But I can do it as your friend and someone who cares for you and knows that you will regret this decision. I'm not performing an abortion for you."

"Fine," Demi hissed, taking her IV out once again and throwing it to the floor. "I'll find someone who will."

It's short! But I think some pretty important things happened? No? Yes? Okay.