A Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 12

Rae's pov.

I walked out the door and got in my car. I just stared out in front of me as I felt the tears coming down my face.

"It's what's best for you Rae", I said to myself. I brought myself back to reality and started my car, heading back to the hotel I stayed at.

I greeted the receptionist on my way to the elevator.

I pressed the button and watched the doors close in front of me.

All I could think about was the way I had left Demi. She had never looked so bad, and so broken. But this time I had to think about myself. She was the one that caused this. Not me.

The doors opened and I headed to my room.

I shut the door behind me and put down my stuff. Another tear escaped my eye. I quickly wiped it away and took a deep breath.

I walked to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of bourbon.

I took a big sip and sat on the couch. My phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket, expecting it to be Demi.

"Marissa."

I opened her text.

"Hi Rae. I know this is out of the blue but, Demi isn't feeling well. She has been a mess for days now. I know she fucked up, but I was hoping we could talk. Let me know."

Demi mentioned Marissa in her story. Maybe something else had happened, and I didn't gave Demi a chance to explain.

"Sure. My hotel in an hour?" I gave her the info and took another sip of bourbon.

-

There was a knock on the door. I got up and put down the bottle of bourbon on my way to the door.

"Hi", Marissa said. "Hi. Come in."

She did as I said.

"Thanks for meeting me", she said. I just nodded.

"So, listen", she said as she sat down. I sat down across from her. "What's up?"

"Demi is what's up. You're all she talks about. She's in a bad place, Rae." "Do you think I don't know that? I can't stop thinking about the way I had left her. But it can't always be about her", I said.

"Look. That night at the bar, I was there when she went out with the girl. I could've stopped her, but I didn't. I wanted her to learn her lesson for once. It's not her fault", she said.

"Not her fault? She still took her home didn't she? It was her decision. Doesn't matter if you stopped her or not. She still wanted to take her with her.. To my home..", I said. She nodded.

"I understand. I just thought, maybe it would change things a bit. But I see what you mean." She stood up. "Thanks for taking the time to listen. Even tho it didn't really change a thing", she added. I nodded.

"Look out for her, please", I said. She smiled and nodded. "Always", she said as she walked out.

A small smile grew on my face, knowing Demi was in good hands.

"She'll be okay", I whispered.

-

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around my body. I walked back into the room and grabbed one of my baggy shirts.

I took out a grey one but quickly realised it had always been Demi's favorite. I took a deep breath and put it back in my suitcase.

She had worn almost everything. I grabbed a red shirt. She thought this one was the ugliest. She never wanted to wear this one.

I dropped the towel and put on the shirt.

"It is ugly", I said to myself. I caught myself laughing for a bit.

I laid down in bed and looked over to the other side.

"Good night", I whispered.