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» Nineteen

"Jeremy" I said into the phone, the chirpness of my voice forced as I waited for a response. "Did you want to come over... for a movie and some pizza or something?"

It took a few moments before I finally got a response. "Demi?"

"Yeah, sorry, I should have said so."

"No that's fine, I'm just surprised is all"

"Well, do you want to come over?" I repeated myself.

"Of course, I'll be there at 6!" The call quickly ended as the boy was probably rushing to get ready.

It was 2 in the afternoon, and I was in no rush to impress Jeremy, I was just so lonely that it was driving me insane.
Not too long later, I found my eyes weighing themselves shut as I slouched on my bed.

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Staring at the apartment walls didn't do much for me, because at this point my mind was numb, and for a split second I had forgotten why I was doing this in the first place. I looked around the living room of the apartment that Wilmer had purchased me, suddenly getting sad due to the fact that I had all these memories of Wilmer that follow me everywhere that I look. I'm sure we had sex on just about everything in this apartment. Some days were wild, some were angry, some were sexually frustrated. But still in all, I loved every bit of it.

The couch was christened almost as much as the bed and shower. If people knew what they were sitting on when they came over then they would be showering for days. Not that people even came over though, my family disowned me and I betrayed the only person I had. Good choices Demi, good choices.

I started crying out of nowhere, the tears blurring my vision as I shamelessly pitied myself. Suddenly, after what seemed like forever, I heard my doorbell ringing. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I did I got up with the hope that Wilmer would be standing opposite me when I opened it.

As I opened the door I saw that it wasn't him, but in fact, it was Jeremy.

"What are you doing here and how did you get my address?" I slurred angrily.

The man backed away slightly. "Easy Demi, you called me a few hours ago, remember?"

"No...Show me proof." And with that being said, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed me my name in his call log. I began to freak out as I didn't have any memory of this, and I had no idea of what I had said to him.

"What did I tell you? Because I don't remember shit." I wouldn't back down from my defensive stance, not after everything regarding him that had happened.

"You said we could eat pizza and watch movies, I can leave if you'd prefer that though..." He trailed off.

I felt bad, because in erratically checking my call log, I saw that I really did call him. "Do you want to come in?"

"Of course." He said as I stepped aside to let him walk in.

Sitting on my couch, I prayed that he wouldn't notice my bottle of liquor across on the coffee table. "You look like you've been crying, are you okay?"

"My...boyfriend..." I hesitated on giving Wilmer that title as I was sure we were now broken up. "He is being an asshole, but I did something shitty so I can't do anything but blame myself. It hurts that he's acting like he doesn't care about me anymore though." I said walking to the couch to take a seat on the arm rest.

"What did you do?" Jeremy said scooting a bit closer to me.

"He got me pregnant, and in past he had told me that he didn't want children. I didn't tell him about the pregnancy and I didn't tell on planning him. I got an abortion, which he unknowingly paid for, and he found out through his sister who worked there." I explained, "He told me to get out of my house and disappeared for a week. When he came back he came to my apartment and it seemed fine until he told me the next morning that he needs space. Since then he's just been a dick and I've been miserable..."

He was speechless. I didn't dare look at his expression because I knew he probably would most likely be judging me. I didn't know why I was so open about it to him. I mean, I never told anyone this. Then again though, who do I have to tell? I didn't even have my parents to tell. They would kill me, just for even getting pregnant at 19 years old and still in college.

We sat in silence. I was afraid to say anything, I was already regretting opening my mouth to him. "Well...who is this boyfriend of yours?"

"Does it even matter anymore? We are over, so fuck him. I say that, but it really just hurts to even say his name..." I trailed off

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I could see that this wasn't exactly what he wanted to talk about. "Oh, okay. Well to get your mind off of it, how about that movie you mentioned on the phone?" He asked.

I chuckled, "The phone call that I don't remember making? Yeah, why not? I'm a bit hungry, so how about that pizza I apparently mentioned too?"

Jeremy agreed, "All of this deep and meaningful talk has me hungry. You ordering?"

"No, are you serious? I can barely keep a conversation without crying. I'd probably ask them for pity pizza and tell them my life story too." I rolled my eyes, not entirely trusting that what I had told Jeremy would stay between us.

"I can order it for us." He offered.

I had a light bulb moment as he picked up the phone. "I'm such an idiot, I have a pizza in the freezer that we can eat."

"That sounds good." He smiled, watching me rush into the kitchen.

I let out an anxious breath while leaning against the kitchen bench. The fact that Jeremy, the man who tried to rape me and stalk me, was sitting in my lounge room almost made me realise how reckless I was being. Almost.
He was just here as a friend though, and maybe he had changed. I was lonely, and a friend is a friend.

Im so so sorry for how long it took us to update! I have been so incredibly busy with my birthday party, driving tests, work, etc. But i hope to not make you guys wait more than 3-4 days for an update again!