Dear Demi (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 10

Shane's P.O.V.

The second I was off of the phone with Kara, I wasted no time. I grabbed the keys to my truck and hurredly ran out the door. I couldn't believe she went there. What the hell was she thinking? luckily I don't live far from the place, otherwise there would be more trouble than there already is.

I pulled onto the side of the road, since there's no parking lot. I jumped out of my truck and slammed the door shut, preparing for the worst as I approached the beat up looking building. These guys are not friendly and we definitely don't get along. I swung the door open and was greeted by all of Jake' s buddies.

"Hey Shane, Long time no see!" I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Jake?" I spat, they looked near the hallway. I pushed past them and went towards Jake who had Kara pinned up against the bathroom door, whispering something in her ear. With all the force I could produce, I punched Jake right in the jaw making him stumble backwards. Kara looked frightened and shook up, but when she saw me she relaxed a little, "Are you okay?" I asked quickly. She nodded her head.

"Shane? Never thought I'd see you here again." Jake laughed. He's drunk, even better.

"If you fucking go near her again, I'll call the cops on you. What do you want?" I hissed. He held out his hand, which meant he wanted money. Stupid asshole. I handed him a fifty dollar bill, which would hopefully keep him satisfied for now. He had just as much information to use against me as I did against him and this way, we're even.

Kara's P.O.V.

I woke up to a faint buzzing noise and a pounding headache. I opened my eyes and realized that I wasn't in my house, or anywhere that I recognized. I was on a couch and the room around me was rather large, with a flat screen tv and rows and rows of books. Obviously, I'm in the living room. I was still in my hoodie and jeans from yesterday, thank god. I sat up when I saw Shane walk into the room.

"Oh good, your awake." He smiled. "Sorry I brought you here, I didn't know if you wanted to go home or back to your cousin's apartment." He replied, while taking a seat next to me. His house sure was fancy. His parents must be rich or something.

"I should probably go back to my cousin's, she'll be looking for me." I sighed. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what I was thinking. I had a really, really bad day."

He half-smiled, "It's alright. I'm just glad your okay now. Do you need anything? How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Thank you." My head still hurt, but he has already helped enough.There was an awkward silence between us. It seemed like Shane wanted to say something but he was holding back. I looked down and adjusted the sleeves of my sweatshirt. Good lord, I can't wait to change. Miranda's probably flipping shit right now because I'm not there.

"Kara?" Shane asked, looking at me directly. A bad feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach. Oh no.

"What?" My mind was racing trying to think of all the possible things he would ask me.

"If there's ever something bothering you, I want you to know that I'm here for you, alright?"

"Okay..." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"I don't know how to talk to you about this." He replied, looking around the room for a minute before asking the dreadful question, "Do you self-harm?"

Damn it. I knew he would ask this, he'll never talk to me again once he knows. Then again, I've practically ruined everything in my life. Losing him couldn't make it any worse.

"Yeah, I do." I said so quietly, I hoped he couldn't hear me. I couldn't lie to him.

"Have you thought about getting help?" Out of all of the things he could have asked, why that? Of course I don't want help. "I'm not worth it." I simply state.

"It's fine if you dont want to be near me now, I get it." Shane hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Why would you think that?" I enjoyed the friendly hug for a few seconds, but remembered that I need to check in with my cousin.

"It's noon, I should really get to Miranda's now." I sighed, looking over at the clock. We both got up and Shane showed me the way to his truck and around the house a little more since I've never been in his house before. His family really was rich. I wanted to know where all of the money came from, but I kept my mouth shut.

In the truck, we listened to the radio. I was getting lost in my thoughts until I heard the words Demi Lovato. Shane laughed as I dived towards the volume button and turned it up.

"We are giving away 2 VIP tickets to see Demi Lovato. Dont miss out on this incredible offer for front row seats, soundcheck, and the opputunity of a lifetime, Meet and Greet. Be the 25th caller starting now."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Shane held out his phone for me, since mine's dead. I dialed the radio station's number that I have memorized from trying to win so many times. I waited a few seconds... Nothing.

"We didn't wi-" I was interrupted by the sound of someone's voice on the other line.

"Congratulations! You're the 25th caller. You will need to pick up the tickets in person here at the radio station." This cannot be happening. I gave them my name, number, and some other information before hanging up. What are the odds of this?

"Shane! Oh my fucking god! I got the tickets! I'm finally meeting her!" I fangirled, not caring what he may think. I'm meeting Demi Lovato. The real Demi fucking Lovato.

For the first time this week, I finally had something to look forward to. A goal. Something to keep me going. It gave me hope again. I smiled, for real, the rest of the way home while Shane continued to laugh along with me. But nothing, not even Demi herself, could prepare me for the hell that was about to come.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I'm trying to post a chapter more than once a month, but lately that just isn't working out haha. This chapter is also a little on the shorter side, these last couple have been that way because they're fillers and I apologize because I feel like my writing has been crap lately.

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