No Escape. (Demi Lovato FanFiction)

Chapter 20: Adjustments.

Devon stopped once she noticed Wilmer had came out from the sliding doors and walking towards them, she knew he'd want to talk with her and right now she didn't feel like talking to anybody.

"Dev, I just want to talk to you before we eat." Wilmer asked so Sabrina took that as her que to leave and go back and eat. Devon sat back down against the pool, not bothering to look up but blurted from her mouth, "What is it with everybody wanting to talk to me lately? Usually nobody does."

"Baby girl, your a lot more special than you think..." Wilmer spoke softly, ever since Devon arrived she'd been ignoring him because she knew he wanted to talk about the past events with her and at that moment she didn't want to.

"I'm sorry for not noticing earlier," he sighed as if everything was his fault. "I should of known you and Demi looked so much alike but it's just so- weird that you were her sister all along." Devon finally looked up.

"And I can't believe you was fucking my sister all along." She rolled her eyes uninterested but not once did she make a move to move closer to him and if was the little things like her moving further away from him he noticed.

"Can we say a nicer word please? I was dating your sister all along." Wilmer rephrased for her but she only scoffed, wanting him to just leave but once he moved towards her she moved back quickly.

"Your scared of me..." He blurted, his eyes widen in shock as he pulled his hand away from her.

"No, I'm scared of older men." Devon clarified, whenever Wilmer spoke to Demi he'd always look in her eyes to find some emotion but in front of Devon he didn't find any. She was completely shut off inside, emotionless.

"I could of saved you, I could of brought you here, you wouldn't be so scared of any men front now! Your wouldn't have seen how cruel the world is, you wouldn't of lost your innocence." Wilmer run a hand through his hair in frustration while Devon was trying to understand why he got so worked up over everything.

"You did, I used your money for rehab. You helped me either way." Devon shrugged, she wasn't interested if he'd helped her or not, she survived and that was that.

"Still... Look, the reason I wanted to talk to you is because I didn't want you to think you can't talk to your sister because you can. Demi screamed at me because she thought I didn't want you to get close to her which is weird, I don't see why I wouldn't want you to get to know your own sister but anyway... Demi has waited for this moment for so long. You don't know how many bad days she had because she wanted to hold you, or even head you speak. She's dreamt of seeing you again and even though she lost hope for awhile, she regained in once she laid eyes on you." Wilmer admitted.

"Thanks Wilmer, it means a lot." Devon smiled, she was never so good with words and Wilmer must of realised because he let out a soft chuckle.

"I won't hug you because I know you don't like that." Wilmer spoke as she stood up but Devon was glad he never, it would cause a panic attack and she hated having them.

"Your the first person to realise that I don't like hugs, why do Americans love hugging people?" Devon questioned while Wilmer smiled, both heading in towards the living room where everybody sat.

"Also, your mom cares about you a lot and thinks you don't like her for her loosing custody over you. Talk to her?" Devon nodded and heading towards where Diana sat, not comfortable with her so much but tried her best to talk to her and allow her to be all 'motherly'.

"Princess." Diana whispered out, shocked that Devon even sat beside her but she only smiled in her mothers direction.

"We haven't spent a lot of time together, I'm sorry." Devon acknowledged with a small shrug with Diana couldn't help but feel a spread of warmth ignite within her as she sat beside her daughter.