I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

The Demon Inside The Angel

“Okay Demi. Can we try that last bit again please?” Demi gave Ken a thumbs up and nodded to herself as the music started up in her headphones again. She heard herself singing the last chorus of the song and smiled; she couldn’t believe that she was making her own record. Focusing as it came to the part of the song she had to sing again, she thought of the biggest love of her life. She closed her eyes and began to sing.

“One more thing I thought I'd share

With someone special

I'm falling like I never fell before

It's funny you said we'd never make it

And look how far we've come

You're a trainwreck

But with you I'm in love.”

As the music ended, Demi opened her eyes and gasped when she spotted Lindsey stood behind Ken and Richard, who were applauding her. Demi curtsied and rushed back into the control room. “How was that guys?” Demi asked, getting business out of the way before she greeted Lindsey. “It was great.” Richard replied, grinning at her “Are you happy with it?” Ken asked. Demi nodded. “I liked it better that time. Let’s use that take.” “Okay then. That’s another track complete then!” Ken replied. “Hello Lindsey.” Demi said, resting her hands on the strong, hairy arms that wound their way around her waist. “Hey beautiful.” Lindsey whispered in her ear. “Guys, I can see where this is going. Take it elsewhere please.” Richard said, making Ken snigger. “Fine. But just so you know; if we’d gotten it on here, it would have got steamy. Just sayin’.” “Stay then.” Richard said quickly. Demi giggled, picking her bag up and taking Lindsey’s hand. As she said goodbye to her producers, she didn’t notice Lindsey tighten his grip on her hand. She didn’t notice the danger in his eyes, or the subtle anger on his face. No one did. And they didn’t know what was coming.

A Few Hours Later

Demi sat, curled up in a ball, in the corner of the bedroom. The tears had been streaming for hours and she couldn’t seem to stop them. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop him? She had promised herself she would never take any shit off anyone, especially a man. But Lindsey wasn’t just a man; he was her man. She loved him with her whole being. And she thought he loved her. That is, until he tried to kill her. Memories of the scenes that had played out when they arrived home after Demi’s studio session flashed before her eyes. She saw Lindsey’s angry face, she felt his tight grip on her wrists and she felt his fist hit on her jaw. She began sobbing hard again; she thanked God that Lindsey had left the house.

Crawling to the mirror, Demi gasped at her reflection. She watched herself touch her blotchy, swollen face. She took in the damage; the bruising and the bloody scrab marks over her eyes. As the shock of her apperance sunk in, Demi made her choice. She managed to clean herself up and then she packed a bag. She quickly dialled a number on the phone. “Hello?” Stevie answered. “Stevie?” Demi replied pleadingly. “Demi? What’s wrong?” Stevie asked. But Demi knew Stevie knew what was wrong already. Demi took a few ragged breaths, trying desperately not to cry. “He hit you, didn’t he?” Stevie asked quietly. “Y-y-yes.” Demi managed eventually. “I’m coming to get you.” Stevie said, and the line went dead.

The Next Morning

Lindsey walked into the house, fearing the worst. Why did he have to loose control like that? And with Demi. He loved her, for Christ’s sake. As he walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately flashed to the note on the table. His hand shook as he read the familiar handwriting:

‘You said you’d never hurt me. You promised. 

Demi’

Lindsey crumpled the paper up, threw it across the kitchen and screamed as loud as he could at the empty house.