No Angel

XXIX

A phone was ringing. That was what Demi woke up to. When she shifted on the bed she could tell that the sun was shining because she could feel it on her closed lids. The phone kept ringing and the sun kept shining but Demi didn't want to wake up. Last night had been the best night she experienced in a while and she was afraid of waking up because that meant going back to reality. Back to having a broken heart. Back to being the hoe of Hollywood. Back to drowning her sorrows in her music. Back to being pathetic.

"Are you going to get that or should I?" Demi popped one eyelid open and suddenly remembered the man that she had spent the night with. She rolled over on the bed and sighed as she finally opened both eyes and saw him standing by the bed in a pair of Calvin Kleins. And he definitely looked good enough to be a model.

"I don't know. You took me to a whole new world last night and I'm not sure if I'm ready to go back to the old one," Demi replied, tugging the white sheets over her bare chest as Alex sat down on the bed and peered at her phone.

"Well then how about we let Maddie go to voicemail and I'll take you there again?" He suggested, tossing her phone into the messy pile of their discarded clothes before laying her back against the pillows and making her forget all about the world that she was desperately trying to escape from.

It took three days for Demi to realize that she had to return to the "real" world. She didn't even realize it by herself. The only reason why she was forced to go back to her own home and deal with her problems was because Alex figured out who she was and kicked her out while yelling about STD's and abortions and threesomes and other ridiculous stuff that he had probably gotten from the media. And even though Demi probably should've left his house in tears, she didn't. She called herself an Uber, gathered her things, and exited with what little dignity she had left. It seemed like everyone was taking that away from her lately.

She wasn't eager to be back home even if she did miss Lola and being in her own bed and hiding out in the comfort of her own home. It felt just as empty as she did and she sighed as she stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. It made her think of the mirror that covered the ceiling of Trey's bedroom and she groaned at the memory. Why was she even thinking of Trey? He had been part of her downfall and last time they talked she had told him to just leave her alone. But Trey had always been someone that she could just talk to. He understood her when no one else did and she needed that now more than ever.

Without thinking her decision through any further, she shrugged into one of the discarded hoodies on her floor and left her house again, climbing into her sleek black car and taking the familiar route to her best friend's house. Well, ex best friend...whatever they were to each other. She didn't see Mila's car in the driveway and prayed that she wasn't there because she wasn't in the mood to fight anyone, especially her. She parked across the street from their house just in case and took a deep breath as she exited her car and began to walk towards the front door. Why had she come over here again?

With what little dignity she had left, she knocked three times on the door then rang the doorbell. Everything about the house was so familiar and it felt like forever since she had been there. She was with Trey when he picked the house out, pre-Mila of course, and he had made some cheesy comment about how it was "their" house because he was the only woman besides his mother that he would allow to sleep over. She thought he was being ridiculous but that's just how Trey was, especially around her.

"Demi?" She didn't noticed that Trey had opened the door but as soon as she did, she regretted her decision to come over here. She couldn't even remember why she decided to come over here.

"Uh...hi?" Demi said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Come in." He moved to the side and quickly ushered her in and she understood why. Paparazzi were amazing at hiding until they wanted to be seen.