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"Well obviously we had been friends for a while and you know, when you're friends like we were, it's kind of hard for it not to turn into something else. When I got with Mila, I wanted to stop it all but Demi didn't care. And it just took off from there and turned into something bigger than it was supposed to," Trey said to Charlamagne who laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"So you wanted to stop but she didn't? Like I said before, thot shit. And you've never really spoken on her before but last time she was in here we asked if anything had ever happened between the two of you and she obviously lied. So not only is she a hoe, but she's a liar too. Shaking my damn head." After that, Demi couldn't listen anymore. She completely turned off the radio in her car and just focused on driving. How could Trey say that he loved her when he was dragging her through the dirt? She did want to end things! He was the one that fingered her when they were a room away from his girlfriend and fucked her in a public bathroom and wouldn't leave her the hell alone even after she told him that she wanted to stop. And because Trey spoke first and he was male and she was just a hoe everyone would believe him. She wasn't claiming to be innocent but she didn't want to take all the blame for this, she didn't want to be the only one walking around town with a scarlet A on her chest.

Now that she thought about it, she really could've taken a plane to Malibu but she thought driving alone would allow her to clear her head. It was doing the complete opposite and now she was more upset than ever. She was basically forcing herself not to cry because then her contacts would get all messed up and she didn't have her glasses on her and she didn't want to cry. This just wasn't fair. Mila knew more than she needed to know about her personal life and her best friend was dragging her through the dirt. She felt like she had been blacklisted by half of Hollywood and her label was just boasting of album sales and controversy and her next performance. It was all too much.

Visiting rehab centers seemed to have become some sort of tradition. First for her dad, and now for Dallas. She hadn't gone to visit Dallas yet because she was waiting for Lola to be ready but Lola didn't want to see her and Demi wasn't gonna force her. So she went to see her instead. Yes, she wasn't the biggest fan of her sister but she needed someone to talk to and the first person that popped into her mind was Dallas. Not Drake, not Jhene, but Dallas. Maybe she should've gone to Chris instead. He was professional when it came to bad press.

"Hi, I'm here to see Dallas Lovato," Demi said to the receptionist. She didn't give away any hints that she recognized her as she called Dallas down from her room and Demi was thankful for that. That remote island in the middle of nowhere was sounding better and better each day.

"You can go ahead to visiting room. She'll be joining you shortly." The facility that the hospital had picked out for Dallas to go to was nice and clean. The patients walking around freely in normal clothes made it look like it was more of some type of halfway house than a rehabilitation facility but as Demi walked down the halls she could see the symptoms of withdrawal. But it was peaceful here and it almost felt like some sort of resort. Demi could really use one of those.

After sitting on a cushiony couch for about ten minutes, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see her sister. Dallas looked much better than she had ever looked before. In fact, she looked healthy. She had gained a few pounds and her hair was shiny and she was actually smiling. Her usual red hazy eyes were clear and white and she could actually see the hints of green mixed in with her hazel eyes.

"Dallas!" A sudden burst of emotion took over and she attacked her sister with a hug, squeezing her as hard as she could as Dallas did the same. She felt her shoulder become wet as her sister cried on her but Demi didn't pull away like she normally did. Instead she rubbed her back and began to rock both of them back and forth until Dallas pulled away and wiped her eyes.

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