Life as a Lovato

The Truth Comes Out

I think I'm ready to tell them everything. I took one more look at all of them, I am ready to tell them everything.

FLASHBACK

It was August of 2014, a Sunday, and everyone was home. Everyone meaning Demi, Mom, Dad, Dallas, Maddie, Maggi, and Wilmer. I was in my room laying on my bed practicing my shooting form and follow through with the new basketball I just got. Mom, dad, Dal, Mads, and Maggi were all downstairs, then Demi and her boyfriend Wilmer were in Demi's room.

I don't like Wilmer, not one bit. In fact I hate him. He has cheated on Demi more times than I can count on my hands and feet, he gets violent with her especially when he's drunk(which is very often), and he treats her like complete shit. We've all tried telling her that he's bad for her, I even tried having a serious conversation with her, which she told him about and the next time I saw him, he threatened to make my life hell if I try and break them up. I didn't say anything about it to her again since then, and Demi is too stubborn and desperate for love to realize how much of a dickhead he is.

I was just chillin on my bed, tossing the ball up and down, when I heard this faint scream. I didn't think anything of it just figured it was the neighbors' kids playing outside again, so I just ignored it and continued tossing the ball. A few minutes later I heard this faint whispering, it was a continuous thing but I couldn't make out the words. I tried listening for it again and that's when I heard "wilmer..stop." It was very faint and quiet but it was loud enough for me to hear.

I get up and walk across the hall to Demi's door, it's locked. "Shit" I thought to myself, and everyone else is downstairs so they couldn't have possibly heard it. I put my ear up to the door and I heard these muffled groans and the sounds of someone struggling. Thinking the worst I rapidly start searching for the key which should be somewhere around here. 30 seconds later I found it on the top frame of the door. I unlock the door and slowly open it, I peek in and see something that no one should see, especially a little sister.

It was Wilmer, he was pushing harshly thrusting himself inside her, my sister. Her face showed fear, there were tears running down her face and she looked like she gave up fighting him off. He had one hand on her neck and the other on her stomach, his face showed no guilt at all, it's like he was enjoying what he was doing.

I was angry. Angry that he's doing that to my sister, so without thinking I ran over and did what I do best when I'm angry. I tackled him, pinning him on the ground and angrily punched him over and over, I didn't stop. I can't stop. I am pretty positive that I already heard a few cracks and I had blood all over my hands. But I had no sympathy for him and I didn't feel guilty, he deserved every bit of it.

I was torn off of him and thrown into the wall. I winced in pain as the wall and I suddenly collided abruptly.

"Isabelle, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!!" demi yells, her eyes turning this dark, deep black color. It was scary, I've never seen her so angry.

I guess we weren't to subtle about it because in a matter of seconds everyone is running into the room with frightened looks on their faces. "Here we go" I sarcastically thought to myself.

They all looked at me, but there was no emotion on my face. Their stares were burning a hole into my head, it was very uncomfortable. Our mom finally snapped out of her daze and spoke up.

"What the hell happened in here?!" she practically screamed making me jump.

"Wil and I were just lying in bed when this little brat comes barging in and attacks him. And by the looks of it, she broke his nose and knocked out a few teeth." Demi replied. She said it with no emotion on her face, it was as if she rehearsed this a thousand times before.