Lean On Me

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Demi's P.O.V.

"Wake up beautiful." I speak softly as I gently caress her cheek, careful not to scare her.
He eyes slowly open, a smile on her beautiful face.
"How are we feeling?" I ask as she sits up, fixing her messy hair.
"Ok." She sighs.
"Liar." I was annoyed she would lie about her feelings.
"Look at me." I sternly but softly speak.
She reluctantly, but eventually turns towards me, a small tear falling down her cheek.
"Please don't shut me out honey, let me in." I'm soft as I reach out to her hand, only for her to jerk it back.
"I barely know you!" She screams, pushing me back.
I growl in frustration, breathing slowly as to not lose my temper.
"I think you've learned more about me these past few days than you care to admit." I smirk, sitting back on the bed.
She sighs, pacing back and forth.

"I'm sorry." Her voice soft.
"I-I don't know how to do this." Her frustration very clear as she continues to pace the room.
"Do what Sydney?" I had a feeling what it was but wanted her to talk to me.
"This, us." She points to herself then me.
"I don't know how to love or be loved for that matter. And it's not like I don't try, it's just so hard not to look at someone and just see another person who is going to hurt me." She finally admits.
I slowly get up, walking in front of her to stop her pacing.
"Thank you for telling me that, and I can't make you believe that I won't hurt you, but if you give me the chance, I can show you a life you have never known." I speak softly as I bring my thumb up to her cheeks, gently wiping her tears away, her leaning into my hand as I speak.
"I can show you what love feels like, how to love, I can show you what it's like to just be cared for, only if you give me that chance." Our eyes meet as I speak.
Her beautiful blue sweet eyes.
It was like I could see everything through them, her whole story through her eyes.
The hurt, the pain, the love, the loss, all in those bright blue eyes.

"I can't promise I won't have days where I'm convinced you'll hurt me, where I have nightmares so bad I lock myself away for days, that I won't scream or yell, you don't deserve that life Demi." I could see the concern in her eyes. I couldn't help but smile, she was more concerned for me than herself.
"You're right." I admit, making her head shoot up in shock.
"I don't deserve you, you are way to good and pure for me. But if you are willing to work with me, I will work with you." I say making her smile widely.
"I just don't want you to regret anything." She looks down.
She had so much insecurities, but I'm determined to build her up.
"I don't regret a thing babygirl, never will." I grin as I gently pull her chin up , my lips slowly connecting with hers.
She pulls our bodies together, her arms tight around my waist as she leans her head against my chest.
"Don't hurt me." She whispers against my chest.
"I'd die first." I respond, tucking her hair behind her ears.

I enjoyed this, getting to hold someone again, keep them warm, make them feel safe, but I have a feeling this will be one of my hardest but best relationships.

Sydney's P.O.V.

Today has been a great day.
The first day where I've been genuinely happy.
Demi and I finally talked about us, we went to dinner and cuddled, now she's asleep while I watch Deadly Women.
I couldn't sleep, the dreams were to much but I didn't want to bother her.
I know it'll upset her but I just can't help it, it's so hard to go from having no one, living in your own, fending for yourself, but then to all of a sudden have someone to care for you.

I start to dose off when a knock on the door startled me awake.
At first I froze, Demi was still asleep, I was alone.
I slowly walked to the door as the knocks continue, pulling back the curtain to see a youngish woman with brown hair, smiling at me as she waved.
It took a minute for me to realize who it was.
I slowly open the door, my hands still shaking slightly.
"Oh hi there, I'm Marissa." She shakes my hand.
"H-hi." I stutter as she walks in the house.
"Where's Demi?" She questions walking around the house.
"Asleep upstairs." I cautiously watch her.
I knew she wouldn't do anything to me, she's Demis best friend, I just couldn't help but be cautious.
"Wake up you lazy bum!!" She yells as she starts running up the stairs, me following close behind.
I walk into the room to see her sitting on top of a very annoyed and tired Demi.
"You could of locked her out." Demi winks at me as she gets up and puts some jeans on.
"Hey you know you love me." Marissa smiles.
"Debatable." Demi laughs, earning a smack on the arm from Marissa.

"Who's this?" Marissa asks as she finally notices that I'm here.
"This is...." Demi pauses for a moment as she looks at, as if to ask if she can call me that, I just nod.
"This Marissa, is my girlfriend Sydney." I smile at her use of the word as she comes over, pulling me into her side.
"Girlfriend?" Marissa questions with a smile.
We just nod, sending her into a frenzy.
"Awww my best friend has a girlfriend." She cooes, hugging me.
"It's very nice to meet you Sydney. One tip to know about Demi, don't ever let her cook." She advises, causing me to laugh.
"You're an asshole." Demi fake pouts as we all walk downstairs to the living room.
"Deadly Women huh." Marissa laughs as they see the show I left on the tv.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Demi smirks as I wrap my arms around her waist.
"Just don't piss me off." I joke as Demi laughs.
"Oh why were you awake earlier? We had just went to bed." I could see the concern as her hand gently caresses mine.
I just shake my head as if to say not right now since Marissa was here. I'm barely getting used to talking to Demi, much less her friend I just met.
I could feel her glare piercing me, even though I wouldn't dare look at her
I already knew she didn't like I wouldn't speak to her but it's just so hard.

I guess Marissa could tell something was up as she clears her throat, interrupting whatever this is.
"Well I'm gonna leave you guys to talk, just going to remind you about our girls day, don't forget. Feel free to come too Sydney, I would love to get to know you." She smiles as she hugs Demi before leaving.
"You had a nightmare didn't you." Demi immediately turns to me after Marissa had left.
I just turn away, walking towards the stairs.
I feel my arm gently being pulled backwards, causing me to scream a little.
"Get the fuck off!" I tell at her.
I could see frustration and hurt in her face.
"Why do you do this Sydney? I'm not going to hurt you." She somehow remains calm, walking towards me.
I just stay quiet, leaning up against the wall.
"Sydney." Her voice stern.
"Don't Sydney me Demi! You have no idea what this is like for me." The tears now uncontrollable as they fall down my cheeks.
"What do you mean?" Her voice a little softer as she inched closer but still at a distance.
"This! To have someone touch you and all you feel his the pain he caused you. His hands around you throat. Feeling the suffocation when someone is near you." I fall to my knees as I continue to cry.
"I went to bed with you last night, your arms holding me tight to you. At first it made me feel safe but then all I could feel was him Demi, it always goes back to h-him." My voice soft and broken.
"Honey." Demi sighs as she kneels in front of me.
"I don't know what it's like, you're right and honestly I couldn't even begin to pretend to know what it's like. What I do know is I'm not him." I huff in frustration, thinking she wasn't getting it, but she wasn't done.
She gently pulls my chin up, our eyes connecting.
"I know his touch hurt Sydney, an unimaginable pain I wish desperately I could take away from you. But I can't, what I can do though is show you what my touch feels like." She smiles as she softly caresses my cheek, while she leans forward, her lips gently connecting with mine.

My mind slowly slipping into a darkness.
The soft lips I was feeling, now felt rough and dry.
I look up to see his dark green eyes, his evil smirk as he pulls away.
I start to scream, kicking my legs as he gets closer.
"Sydney no! It's me!" I hear as curl into a ball.
"Sydney baby, it's Demi love, it's just me." Her voice soft as I feel gentle circles being rubbed on my back.
I slowly look up to see her face, small tear falling down her cheeks.
"My touch isn't his baby, think of me." She gently pulls my curled body into her lap, rocking me back and forth.
Her hand still gently rubbing my cheek as I start to calm down.
I lean into her touch, my eyes closing as I replaced him with her in my mind, at least for the moment.
I knew this wouldn't always stop the flashbacks, but at least I could be more acceptable to her touch.
I look up to her, slowly billing her into a kiss.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"One day you will see how much I feel for you love, take your time." She kisses me back.

Maybe this could work, maybe I could learn to love again.

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Sorry for such the long wait guys,I do not have internet here so it's been hard to update.

I tried making this a longer chapter for you, hope you enjoy.

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