Scars

6

Wilmer
         I followed Demi north, up to Napa, stopping in-between along with her for a few rest stops. Work was calling me over and over again, until I finally answered to tell them something was up with Demi and that I wouldn't be there for the next couple of days. I didn't know when she would stop running and try and come back to me, but I knew that the second she turned around, I would be waiting there with open arms.

Eventually, as the winding road stretched further for miles, I realized Demi's car had been going significantly faster then mine and it was now out of sight. Anxiously, I sped up, keeping my eyes alert of cops or the black Mercedes I was chasing.

Demi

The drive to napa was long, nearly six hours, but it gave me time to clear my head. It made sense to me to leave Wilmer, but that didn't mean I didn't still miss him. I wondered what he was doing, or how hurt he was. I wondered if he was looking for me, but I knew the answer to that one. By now he had to have the whole state looking for me. I wouldn't put it past him to tweet about it. The scenery took some of the guilt away from my thoughts, as I drove through the vineyards full of hills and valleys. It was beautiful, but suddenly my car came to a screeching halt for reasons unbeknownst to me.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I hissed, getting out and walking over to the hood. I pulled it open and glanced at the complicated wiring and metal pipes. Nothing looking out of the ordinary, but then again I had no idea what ordinary was.

The sound of tires made me look up and my heart thudded loudly in my chest as a large, burly looking man got out of a pick-up truck, "You stuck ma'am?"

I swallowed, "A little, but I've just called my husband. He should be here soon." I internally cringed as the words left my mouth. Even an idiot would know I was lying.

"You husband, hmm? Well if you want I could take a look at it and get you back on the road. My names Chuck." His southern accent was thick, and as he advanced on me I kept taking steps back until my but hit my car.

I shook my head politely even though I was panicking on the inside, "N-No, that's okay thank you."

He didn't stop walking forward, "Come on sugar, let me take care of you."

"No." I whispered, "My husband is coming, please."

He guffawed, "Aww c'mon baby girl... Let me help you out."

Baby girl. My skin crawled as memories came to the surface, memories I'd been trying to hard to push down. He was inches away now, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I let out a whimper, automatically curling my shoulders in so I could somehow stop him from doing this to me. His hands gripped my shoulders and I yelped.

"No. Please! Don't. Please don't do this to me."

He chuckled as he bent down and licked my earlobe, "I'm gonna make you feel real good baby girl." His hands slid down to my butt and he gripped it tightly. He mistook my whimper of horror for one of pleasure, "That's right honey. Real good."

My eyes squeezed shut as I prepared myself for what was about to happen for a second time.

Squealing tires. A door slamming shut as someone yelled something of pure fury. I couldn't understand the words. My ears were ringing so loud. The man's, Chuck's, hands were ripped away from me and someone let out a grunt of pain. A bone crunched and another howl of agony met my ears. I sunk to the ground, covering my face. Another door slamming, tires, silence.

"Demi?"

My eyes flew open and I gasped at the sight of Wilmer standing there. His white t-shirt was full of dirt and a little blood, but he otherwise looked unharmed. "W-Wilmer?"

He crouched next to me and peered down at my face, "Are you okay?"

Explosive tears were suddenly streaming in rivers down my face, and I launched myself into his arms, holding onto whatever parts of him I could reach. "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Oh God there's blood. Where are you bleeding?" I sobbed, pressing my fingers against his shirt, looking for the source of the red stains.

"Demi... Relax honey... Calm down. Hey." He held my hands and looked me in the eyes, "It's not my blood."

I gaped, "What?"

He nodded, "I'm fine. He barely touched me. I'm fine. It's not my blood. I'm okay."

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, "How did you beat him up? He was so big..."

Wilmer chuckled, "When I drove up to that scene... trust me, losing the fight was the last thing on my mind. Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, "I think so... I don't know I'm just kind of in shock."

He helped me up off the ground, "I'm gonna call Triple A, then the cops so I can give them his license plate number. We gotta get you out of here to a hospital."

I shook my head, "No hospital. I'm fine."

Wilmer sighed, "Demi..."

"I don't need a hospital to save me. I need you to save me. I need you to hold me and not let me run away again okay? I don't need a hospital. He barely touched me. I need you."

Wilmer nodded and pulled me into his arms, "Okay Demi, no hospital. I've got you."

He led me over to his range rover and opened the back trunk, "Sit here... Jesus you're shaking... Here." He shrugged out of his leather jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "I've got to make some calls. Just stay here."

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, holding it to his ear as he kept his eyes on me and walked away. I leaned against the side of the car, closing my eyes. I was too emotionally spent to try and think about what just actually had almost happened. Mercifully, Wilmer was quick with the phone calls and soon was back in my line of sight, smiling at me as he stood there, uncertain of what to do.

"Oh please, get in here." He sat down next to me and I curled into his side, pressing my face into his neck, "I'm sorry I left."

Wilmer sighed, "I'm sorry I drove you to leaving."

I shook my head, "I just... I want things to go back to normal. And you tip-toeing around me thinking I was so fragile and weak made me realize that things can never go back to normal. That's what I was running from. I wasn't running from you in particular."

He sighed and kissed my forehead, ignoring it when I stiffened slightly, "Still, I shouldn't of been hovering over you so much. I'm sorry."

I twisted my head to look up at him, "How did you happen to be in Napa at the exact same time as me on the exact same road?"

Wilmer smiled, "Funny coincidence?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled, "I haven't stopped following you since you left. I want you to be able to turn around and see me waiting for you. And, you often get into quite a bit of trouble when you're alone and upset so I wanted to make sure you were safe."

I could feel the bands around my chest tighten as I was reminded of why I love this man as much as I do. "I love you... so much."

He leaned his head on mine, "I love you too Demi."

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