Nobody Does it Like You (Delena Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

*Demi's POV*

The rest of the day was the same as usual. I got picked on in class, but I was able to hold myself together, thanks to the support of Ms. Gomez. I walked to the parking lot, hopped in my car, and made my way back home. When I pulled into the driveway, there was a car that I've never seen before. Confused, I unlocked the door and went inside. "Mom? What's going on? Who's in the drivewa-" when I walked in the living room I froze. My parents sat on the couch, along with my birth parents. "M-mom, d-d-dad? W-what are y-you g-guys doing h-here?" I stuttered. My birth parents smiled at me and made their way towards me. I couldn't move. I was terrified. My birth dad wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long hug. I flinched at his touch. "What's the matter, sweetie? I've missed you so much. You're all grown  up now!" He exclaimed while my birth mother stood by, still smiling. My fear quickly turned to anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled.

A hurt look spread on their faces. My birth mom said, "I know we haven't been good parents, but now we're ready to accept who you are. We forgive you." She smiled, like she had never done anything wrong. "Are you kidding me? You beat me. You fucking abused me every day. You fucking threw your beer bottles at me. You fucking kicked me out on the streets. You fucking made me live on the streets for months. I was a fucking child. You fucking ruined my life. And now you're coming back like everything is fine. You forgive me? Well that fucking sucks for you because you're NEVER allowed back in my life. EVER. I fucking hate you!" I cried and ran out of the house, grabbing my guitar on the way out. I ran. I ran like I never did before. I ran and ran, until I reached the town square. I sat on the curb and started to play my guitar. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, but I didn't care. People slowly started to surround me. Little by little forming a huge audience. They were all able to see my weakness, my vulnerability. But right now I didn't care. At the end of my first song, I broke down. I started sobbing, with the whole crowd watching. My emotions were everywhere. Tears clouded my vision, and it was hard for me to breathe. I looked up to the sky, searching for the heavens. "God, why me? Why am I the person who is this pain? Why am I the victim?" I whispered softly. A little voice in my head told me, Don't worry about a thing. Things will all turn around, and all of the pain you ever had will make up for what life will bring you. Just be patient. Your time will come.

*Ms. Gomez's POV*

I was walking through town when I saw a crowd of people huddling around something. Out of curiosity, I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. Sitting there, in tears, on the curb, guitar in hand, was Demi. I gasped, but she didn't notice me. She was playing her guitar, and it just sounded right. The music was just flowing, like it was natural. She seemed to drift off, really get into the music. I was falling deeper and deeper, with each swift motion of her hand. With each melodic note strumming out of the guitar, my heart was slowly being handed over to her. She had finished playing, and was still daydreaming. She looked up to the sky and whispered, barely audible, "God, why me? Why am I the person who is this pain? Why am I the victim?" Another tear slipped out of her eye, as I took out a dollar bill and a couple coins, walked over to her guitar case, and dropped it right in. The noise of the coins hitting the case seemed to snap her out of her trance. She saw me and turned red. "M-ms. Gomez?" She stuttered. I smiled and gave her a little wave.

"Why don't you pack up your things and come with me?" I said softly. She nodded and did as I said. I walked her to Starbucks and ordered us some frappucinos. We sat down at a booth and faced each other. "Demi, are you alright? I was just doing a little shopping when I saw this whole group of people, which happened to be surrounding you." She blushed again, but I can tell she was trying not to cry. "When I came home from school. My b-birth parents were there." I gasped and put my hand on top of hers, not minding when the spark went off by her touch. "T-they told me that they forgive me. They forgive me and they wanted me to come back with them. I-I can't just go back. Not after all they've done to me. S-so I ran away. I-I ran straight to the t-town square and just started p-playing." She slowly said. "I'm so sorry Demi. Would you like to stay with me tonight?" I asked, and blushed, realizing it was kind of inappropriate. "U-um, ok. Thank you Ms. Gome-" "Please, just call me Selena out of school." She blushed and looked down. "T-thank you Selena." "By the way, I really loved your guitar playing. You are truly incredible." I smiled, feeling heat rising to my cheeks for the millionth time today.