My Sister Saved My Life (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Tattoos -13-

"Demi, just let me explain. Will you let me explain and not say a word until I'm done? Please?" I plead with her. She nods.

"Can I ask one thing quick?" I nod, "Did you do it?"

I shake my head, "No, but I will get to that in a second." I take a deep breath, preparing myself for a story I've never told. "It was my brother. He did it after my parents were killed in the car accident. We were fighting and he saw my wrists. He said since I enjoyed cutting so much, he'd do it for me."

I closed my eyes, running my fingers over the three letters I'd had scared on me for five years, 'FAT' I had silent tears running down my face but I didn't bother wiping them off.

"Come here baby girl. It's okay, he can't hurt you anymore. You're safe with me. Can I ask you something?"

I nod, "Anything Dem. You know that."

"What's that on your other hip babe?" Demi asks, pulling my tank top up on the other side. Damn, I forgot I had that tattoo. Oh well, at least it has meaning.

"A tattoo. I have two, they both mean a lot to me." I say, taking my tank top off altogether. I'm comfortable around Demi so it doesn't bother me.

Running her fingers over the one on my hip, she starts tearing up.

"R.I.P Ashton Marcus Myers 09/16/95 - 07/13/11" She whispered to herself.

She ran her fingers over the one on my ribs, "R.I.P Devin Michael Kholeman #93 06/28/00 - 11/11/13"

"Baby, who's Devin?" I just shook my head, it hasn't even been a year, I can't talk about him. "Okay. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here. Let's go to sleep."

I just layed down on the bed, throwing my tank top by my suitcase. Dallas and I are going for a run in the morning anyway, so I'll just throw it on later. I quickly fall asleep.

*Next Day*

Dallas and I had just gotten back from our run, and I grabbed some water, throwing her a bottle. She gave me a stern look, I sighed. She wanted to check me for cuts. I took off my sweat shirt, and dropped my sweat pants a little so you could see my hips, but not enough to see my tattoo. She checked my hips and wrists, seeming pleased, she pulled me on to her lap.

"What's up kid? You seem to have a lot on your mind." Dallas said, playing with my hair. I like when people play with my hair.

"It's nothing Dal, I'm fine." I said with a smile, hoping she'd believe me. She shook her head, damn thought I had her.

"Nope, not buying it." Dallas said, looking into my eyes but still playing with my hair.

"I'm just thinking about Ashton and Devin. Did Dem tell you what happened last night after you left?" She shook her head. "Okay, never mind then." I said, getting off her lap and going upstairs with Demi.

"Morning Dem!" I said jumping onto the bed and landing next to her.

"Morning kiddo. How'd your run with Dallas go?"

"Good." I replied, not making eye contact. Now Demi is gonna know something's up too, way to go Kenz.

"What's up sweetie? You okay?" Demi asked, lifting my chin up so we made eye contact

"All I can think about are Dev and Austin." I reply sadly.

"It's okay. I know how you feel. I'm not going to say you'll get over it, I'm just saying it will get easier."

"How do you know?" I asked, yet again staring at the wall.

"I lost my best friend when I was 13, Trenton. It gets easier babe. Promise."

"I'm sorry Dem. I knew that, I mean I am a lovatic after all. Did you get a tattoo us lovatics don't know about in his memory?" I asked. I knew about every tattoo she had. I just wondered if there was one none of us knew about.

"Actually, yes, but don't go tellin other lovatics about it. It's one of the most meaningful." she lifted up her tank top and pulling down her pants a little. Then I saw it. "R.I.P Trenton. <3" That simple tattoo made me tear up.

"Dem....it's beautiful. I know it's really simple, but it looks good. I get why you didn't want us to know." I said smiling at her.

We talked for a few more hours then went down stairs, I forgot I only had my sports bra and a pair of short shorts on until Luke came up behind me.

"Lookin good babe. If you weren't already mine, I'd have to steal you." he said, kissing my cheek.

"Shut up y-"

"AND LOVE ME CAUSE YOU'VE ALREADY GOT ME." Demi sang, walking down the stairs, making Luke and I laugh.

"Really Dem? Really?" I ask between laughs. She just laughs with us. I turn to Luke, "Hey babe, can you hand me my sweatshirt? I gotta hide the tattoos and the scar on my hip. Demi knows, but the rest of them don't." he hands me the sweatshirt, which is actually his. I smile, thanking him.

Before I got the chance to pull it on, Dallas came downstairs.

"Kenzie? Is that a tattoo?!?"

She acts like she's never seen a tattoo before. This is gonna be interesting.

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Sorry guys, not very good, but I'm exhausted. I have three tests tomorrow that I have yet to study for. I'm screwed. i hope you guys enjoyed it. I'll update ASAP. Stay Strong!<3