Riot | Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderrama

Riot

Wilmer

I stared out the window of the cab miserably. It was over, those last words I yelled at her were full of mistakes. The air that rushed away after I slammed the door was filled with anger and bitterness. I didn't mean any of it, but between the alcohol and the way she was yelling at me, I just snapped. Now I had ruined everything and destroyed anything left of the trust she once had for me. I promised i'd never leave her, or walk out on her. I promised I would never give her a reason not to trust me. I promised I'd never get drunk and scream in her face like her father did when she was a child. I promised, and I broke her.

I walked into the bar and sat down on the stool then ordered a glass of whiskey. I stared into it miserably and I could feel a lump foreign in my throat but kept the tears at bay. I missed her so much it hurt just to breathe.

"Wilmer?! Wilmer fucking Valderrama?!" I slowly turned to see one of my old buddies, Mike, standing there smiling widely a me as he clapped me on the shoulder, "How you been bro?!"

I smiled forcibly and shrugged, "Doing alright, yourself?"

Makew sat next to me, "Amazing... Man this life... The women, the alcohol..." He leaned forward, "The sex... It's magnificent really. Seriously. It's like a different world in here."

I smiled grimly and nodded, "I'll bet."

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "So... have you and wed and bed that hottie you got? The young one?"

I bowed my head, "Yeah... Uh, she's not in the picture anymore... no one is."

Mike's mouth fell open, "No way... bro you've got to try out one of these girls. C'mon it's confidential and I'm friend with the owner, I can get you a private room. Come on man you need to loosen up and go have some fun. What was her name? Demi? She couldn't of been that good in bed, let the girls show you how some real sex feels. Instead of that crazy little girl-"

I stood up abruptly and grabbed his jacket, slamming him down against the bar counter, "Don't you ever talk about her like that again!" I spat in his ear, "Do you hear me?! EVER!"

Someone grabbed my shoulders spun me around. Then, I felt a solid punch to my right cheek, snapping my head to the left; Mike's bodyguard. Another punch to the gut had me keeling over and within seconds the bouncers were surrounding us and I was thrown out the door not he awaiting clutches of the paparazzi.

"WILMER!" They yelled, "WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"

A moment later, Mike walked out, straightening his jacket, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He roared, "I don't care that I called you bitch crazy you don't EVER put your hands on me again!"

The paps were going absolutely nuts, snapping pictures. I shoved him in the chest and got into his face.

"No. You know what?! You call my girl anything like that again and I will personally make sure you wish her name never left your fucking mouth."

Mike's face drained of color and hr tried to keep a straight face, "Are you threatening me Valderrama?"

I stepped even closer, "Yes. But it's also a promise to follow through."

With that, I turned on my heel and walked away."

~*~

The next morning I woke up with my eye swollen up and feeling like someone had run me over with a truck. Only then did I realize someone was knocking on my apartment door. With a groan I got up and walked over to the door, my ribs aching. The knocking started again and I pulled the handle, stopping short when I saw Demi standing there.