In The End (Sequel to In Real Life - Nemi)

Why Don't You Love Me? (Demi's POV)

I sobbed all the way back to my apartment, after I left Nick's house. I couldn't believe what had transpired over the last few hours. It was hard to breathe as I drove, since I was crying so hard. I knew I should try to calm down since it wasn't good for the baby to be this upset. That was easier thought than done.

I got to my apartment & went to get my bag from the trunk. Nick was right. It was heavy. I sighed, letting go of it, closed the trunk & headed into my apartment. It was weird since I hadn't been there in a while. I had someone come & clean it & get my mail so it wasn't dirty, but it felt weird since I had gotten used to living at Nick's house. I went straight to my bedroom so I could collapse on the bed that I kind of missed, to be honest. I loved my bed. It was the most comfortable bed ever. I got sad, then, remembering the night Nick didn't want to leave my bed & we ended up having sex for the first time. Before I fell asleep I tried to call Marissa, then Wilmer when I got no answer. Neither answered, then I remembered both were at the party I was supposed to go to before I started feeling sick. I fell asleep pretty quick, since I was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster I had just gotten off of.

The next morning I woke up & jumped when I saw Wilmer sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me, holding a Starbucks cup. He knew how much I loved their fruit drinks. The moment I sat up & he asked me why I was at my apartment, I started bawling & he grabbed me in his arms. I told Wilmer everything that happened. He listened. He waited. He offered his shoulder to cry on. He helped me take my mind off things, by going to grab us food, then sitting with me on my couch watching tv. I was thankful for his friendship right now.

Wilmer left me that night, just after 9 & I stayed on the couch watching tv & feeling sorry for myself. An hour later, Nick texted, "I'm so sorry. Please come home. Love you."

"Puhleeze." I said to myself as I rolled my eyes. I was so done with him, I wanted to scream it from a rooftop. I was done being hurt by Nick Jonas. He wasn't even my best friend, anymore. I didn't care if I ever saw him again to be honest. I know I'd have to eventually, but I wasn't in any hurry. The site of him would make me sick. I ignored his text by the way.

I checked my phone the next morning when I woke up & saw I had a missed call in the middle of the night from Nick. I debated for a half hour whether to check my voice mail. I did, finally & I regretted it. "Demi, it's Nick. Please call me. I need to talk to you. I miss you & I love you. I want us to be a family..... please." His voice sounded pathetic. My heart hurt a little, admittedly. I kind of felt bad, but I got over it when I remembered how he lied to me over & over again.

While I was eating breakfast, I got online & the first thing I saw was an article about the fall of Nick Jonas. I had to read it, but I kinda wished I hadn't. The article talked about how Nick's music career is almost non existent unless he's working with me. It said his acting career is taking all of his time & energy away from his music & that basically his talents are mediocre since leaving his brothers & the band. I felt horrible for Nick. He loved being on stage. He loved performing & as much as he loved acting, music was his true passion. I started to blame myself. Ever since we got together, he's been distracted from his music. I couldn't tell you the last time I saw him write a song. He was too conflicted, probably. Oh my God, why did I even care right now? I needed to stop feeling sorry for him. He deserved everything he got. I never thought I'd feel this way about him, but here it was. I wondered, if I would feel differently later. Would I stop being so angry? Who knows?

I didn't hear from Nick, again, until the next day. He called me & I decided to answer, "Nick, you need to stop calling me or texting me. We are done." I said the moment the phone was to my face.

"Demi... please.... just come home." Nick pleaded.

I groaned. "I am never coming home. We are finished, so just move on."