No Escape. (Demi Lovato FanFiction)

Chapter 14: Stories & Studio's.

Demi watched the younger girls eyes scan the room, her eyes taking in everything she'd never had until her eyes landed on a guitar. One thing she'd loved was playing guitar until she'd gotten to 7 years old and her dad through it at the wall breaking it immediately, she could never afford one since as the guitar given to her was Demi's from when she was younger too.

"Do you still love playing guitar? I know you loved it when you was younger..." Demi's voice was soft as she stroked Devon's hand intwined with hers which caused her comfort and even Wilmer smiled seeing them so comfortable together. However Devon had hardly spoken to her mother or two sisters and it was making them upset.

"I don't know. I haven't played since I was 7 years old, my guitar you gave me broke." Devon walked towards the different types of guitars but didn't touch them as they looked brand new and she didn't want to ruin anything while Demi only studied her. She remember the times she tried to teach Devon guitar but as she was so little she'd only throw it around and laugh, Demi wished she could reply to when she was younger and keep her so little forever. Now she was depended and didn't need anybody to protect her but Demi seen behind it, she seen the fear in Devon's eyes as she experienced the big, bad world.

"It broke? Okay, maybe you could start again. Singing or playing instruments help me let my emotions out and I know it could help you a lot, go ahead, take any one you want." Devon turned to Demi bewildered into why somebody would ever give her something so expensive before her eyebrows raised as if thinking it was a trick.

"No thank you." Devon replied warily by the woman until Demi rolled her eyes with a smile and got one of the stand to held out to her, "I won't take no for an answer." With that Devon had not choice but to take it but still didn't feel right. She knew it would take awhile for her to get used to her family being 'rich' but she didn't think she fit in there, she wasn't born into to a luxurious lifestyle; actually she born into the total opposite.

"Do you remember me?" Devon suddenly asked, it was a question that had been on the tip of her tongue since she'd arrived as she remembered Demi and Dallas; actually she couldn't forget them.

"Of course I do, I know you've seen me on TV but they don't show you whats behind closed doors. I dream of having you in my arms again, having my baby sister back and hoping she was save. You don't know how much you mean to me, I love you no matter what baby girl." Demi pressed a soft kiss against Devon's forehead as they both sat on the couch near all of the instruments.

"I remember some things of you; some good, some bad. One thing I remember was sitting up each night, wishing you'd follow your promise and ring me to see how I was but you never did. At first I was angry but now I know you all, I'm not. It wasn't your fault." Demi smiled but couldn't help but notice Devon didn't say 'I love you' back bug shrugged it off as it was still only her first night.

To get rid of the silence in the room Devon immediately started playing a random tune, Demi could never read notes from instruments and learn to play herself so instead she learnt her little sister to play without reading notes to help. Usually Devon played random cords to try and find a beat somewhere in there which was what she was doing now.

"Do you wanna hear my story Devon? Like PROMISED this time." Demi never forgotten about her and Devon's deal as she wanted to learn more about her sister. Devon was also intrigued as she stopped playing and turned to face Demi with curiosity placed on her face.

"I know you already know about dad, what he did when we was younger because you gave memories." Devon nodded along, "However there was a lot that happened throughout it too. I was also bullied in middle school, it got worse which caused my self harming. Which you once seem when you was a baby." Demi brought back the memory of 1 year old Devon asking about the 'red lines' in her words on Demi's wrist.

"This went on for as long as I remember but also I become a lot more known to the world; famous wise. If gotten harder and I became addicted to drugs, alcohol and eating disorders along the lines , hiding it from the world was hard but I did it. I was a teenager lost without her little sister, I sometimes blamed myself for your doing even though I know if wasn't. I met Wilmer 6 years ago, just before I was placed in rehab for my addictions and self harm where I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, bulimia, depression and I was anorexic. It was hard but NOTHING compared to your experience, also Wilmer had helped me so much throughout. Look were I am now, I'm so glad I'm here." Demi tried to put a point across that even when your feeling that you can't get up, you may need some help but you can recover from it.

"I never thought you went through anything, I'm sorry I thought you were a stuck up rich woman." Devon shrugged before Demi raised her eyebrows.

"You never called me that?"

"Oh, well I was suppose to." Demi burst out laughing at that, she didn't mind how her sister thought of her an hour before because she knew Demi was going to show Devon the real her and how caring she is; not mean.

"Okay baby girl, your turn." For some reason Devon loves how Demi calls her 'babygirl' she'd never been called that by anyone who cared about her- because nobody did but now she does.

So, Devon began telling Demi everything from the start. Some things she'd hardly even told the police but she found comfort with Demi and even though tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes which usually never happened as Devon gated crying in front of people she continued.

"-I stopped talking for 2 years, when they found the man I was taken into questioning but all I did was stare. I couldn't breathe, I thought that was what normal children's life were but until I realised it wasn't. I got the worst life, that's why I was so jealous of Madison. Sabrina was the one that persuaded me to speak, she helped me and that's why she's the only person I'll ever trust..." Demi was certainly hurt but she couldn't blame her little sister, she only stared broken hearted at how much her little sister had been through.

"I could never imagine going through so much Devon and I'm so proud your here today." Demi couldn't help but hug Devon again which shocked her, she wasn't used to so many people being affectionate towards her and it would definitely take time to adjust to.

"Thank you. I'm really tired so I'm just going to go to bed, I can talk to you tomorrow?" Devon liked the company of Demi even though she'd never admit that, she stood up, lifting the guitar with her but stopped as Demi tugged her hand back towards her.

"Of course, I'll be here whenever you need me which INCLUDES the middle of the night so don't be afraid to see me if your feeling like you need someone. But Devon can you do me a favour?" Devon hummed in acceptance, grinning at how much Demi cares for her and honestly Devon loved how much love she got from everybody.

"Talk to mom, I know it's scary but it's been rough for her too. Please, she's waited may years to see you, don't let her feel useless."

"I promise... I'll talk to her."