No Angel

XII

"I just don't understand why you're so upset," Demi mumbled as she packed more clothes into one of her Louis Vuitton suitcases. They were all leggings and t shirts and sweats, clothes that she rarely wore out in public, but she knew that she would want to be comfortable where she was going.

"What do you mean you don't understand why I'm upset? You're getting an abortion and you haven't told anyone that you're pregnant. You're killing a baby just because you opened your legs to multiple men so now you don't know who the dad is. You're a fucking coward. I can't even look at you right now," Jhene spat. Maybe it didn't have anything to do with her because she wasn't the one who was pregnant, she wasn't in Demi's situation, but she was taking this personal because she did have a daughter and the thought of Demi being so reckless with the life of the unborn child inside of her just pissed her off beyond belief.

"That's not why I'm doing this," Demi calmly replied with a shake of her head. She was thankful that Jhene always kept her in check but that wasn't what she wanted right now. Right now, she wanted her best friend to shut her mouth and support her decision because she was doing this for reasons that she couldn't even begin to explain. Jhene was a mother. Of course she would never understand her decision.

"Then why the hell are you killing your baby?"

"I'm not you Jhene. I can't pick up the broken pieces of my life and have a child. I just can't do it and I know that I can't. I'm not capable of giving that type of love to another human being and I probably never will be able to, okay? I can't do this. I know I can't."

"But you love Lola like she's your daughter and..."

"But it's different because I know that she's not my daughter. She's just my niece. I don't have to take responsibility of her all of the time because she didn't come out of me, she's not a product of my recklessness. Jhene, I can't do this. I honestly can't," Demi cried, letting her head fall on Jhene's shoulder. She wanted to push Demi off of her and storm out of the room but this was her best friend and clearly she was fighting a battle with herself that she wouldn't let anyone in on. She didn't support her decision but she couldn't just leave her like this.

"What about adoption, Demi? We can get a place somewhere remote where no one will find us, you can have the baby, and then give it up for adoption. You can't do that?"

"No, I'm not doing that. You just...you don't understand. This...this is the easiest way." Demi pulled away from Jhene and continued packing her bag. She didn't want anyone changing her mind about this. Her decision was final.

Jhene slowly exited the room. Demi's mind was made up and it was clear that she wasn't gonna change it. She just could not understand how Demi could be so sure about killing her baby. It wasn't even fully grown yet but she was terminating it all because she couldn't handle it, which was utter and complete bullshit. It was unfair that Demi was getting rid of a baby that she shared with someone else without even telling that person. She was...she was fucked up.

After Jhene left, Demi had finally packed everything up. She would pack up her toiletries tomorrow after she groomed and was actually ready to leave. She was doing this. There was no turning back and no one changing her mind. It was her body and her decision. She was making the right choice and she wasn't gonna think her way out of this.

"Knock knock." Demi nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the sound of knuckles beating against her bedroom door, but that look of shock quickly turned into anger as she saw who was leaning against the threshold of her door as if he hadn't been ignoring her. Drake.

"What are you doing here?" Demi questioned, taking her suitcase off of her bed and dropping it to the floor.

"You going somewhere?"