There's something special about someone kissing your scars and telling you you're beautiful, or that you're worth more than a piece of metal, or being told that you're cared about. I've seen her kiss so many of her fans scars but i've never felt what it feels like. It feels amazing. We went through my room and threw out all my razors. She told me how proud she was of me and I promised i'll never do it again. I'm keeping my word, I don't want to disappoint her. I don't want to go through all of that again. I wouldn't be able to handle it.
I can't sleep. I'm too scared. What if my dad comes home and starts yelling at mom again. What if he hits her? I was actually terrified when I saw him choking her. I've never seen them hit each other, I really don't want to see it again. I hear my door creak open and my body stiffens. "Ariel?" The voice was to quiet I can't tell who it is but they sit on the edge of the bed. "Ariel wake up" They say a little louder, it's a mans voice I recognize as my dads. "Dad?" I open my eyes. "Hi sweetie" I scoot away from him. "What are you doing here?" "I just want to say bye" "What?" "I'm leaving until me and your mom work something out, ok? I'll be back. I promise" "Ok" I whimper. "I'm sorry" He says sadly and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you" "I love you too, promise you'll call me?" "I promise" "Get back to bed and please don't tell mom I was here" "I won't. Bye dad" "Bye Ariel" He kisses my head and tucks me back in my bed. He leaves quietly. He's actually leaving, I don't know what stuff they have to work out but I hope they fix it.
It's 10:30 and my mom hasn't woken me up for school yet?! I usually get up by myself but my mom took my phone. I'm already late for school and i'm going to get in trouble! I rush down stairs and my mom just sitting on a stool on the bar drinking coffee. "Why didn't you get me up?!" She jumps a little and laughs quietly. "Calm down. You're not going to school today" Thank god. "Why?" I sit by her and spin around in the stool. "Because we're gonna do stuff today" She smiles at me. "Like?" "You'll see. If you're tired you can go back to bed" "I'm fine. I'm already up so I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep" "Here's your phone" She slides it to me. I have three messages. Two are from Nicole. One's from Sierra. God this can't be good.
From: Sierra
I heard you cut yourself. Is that true? I hope it is, I hope you kill yourself
How would she know? Nobody knows. Besides my parents anyways. "Sweetie what's wrong?" I hand her the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks. I usually ignore that stuff and just self-harm but now that i'm trying to stay clean it really bothers me. My mom shut my phone off and gripped her mug. "How does she know?" "I don't know" I whisper and she pulls my stool closer to her. Surprisingly she moved it easily. "Don't listen to her ok? She's just jealous" "Of what?" She frowns. "You" She smiles lightly. I smile and her smile grows bigger when she sees me smile. "Do you want to come to New York with me next week?" "Yes!" I squeal. Thank god i'm going with her. "What about school though?" "You don't have to worry about school" She bit her lip. "What do you mean?" "I'm going to start homeschooling you" "Really?" Best. News. Ever. "Yeah" I hug her and she laughs. "Thank you" I sit back in my chair. "Mom can Nicole stay the night tonight?" "I don't care, only if her parents say yes" "Ok..." I type a message to Nicole.
To: Nicole
My mom said you can stay tonight if your parents say yes
From: Nicole
Ok, i'll ask
I wonder if she's still mad at me. She doesn't sound like herself.
All day me and my mom went shopping, we went to an amusement park, and a movie. It was honestly so much fun, I haven't been this happy since... I don't even know. I don't have to fake smiles, besides to the paparazzi that were following us all day. I don't know how many times she flipped them off. I get up off the couch when I hear the door bell, Nicole's here. "Hey" I smile at her and she walks in. "Hi" She says shyly, then waved to my mom. "Hi Nicole" "Hi" We ran up to my room. "You're really shy" I laugh and threw her bag in my closet. "I know. Is your dad home?" "No, he's not going to be home tonight" "Oh, ok" She pulled something out of her pocket. "Can we get to the roof from your window?" Uh... "Yeah?" "Can I go up there?" "Sure" I follow her out. "Will you get in trouble?" "Probably, I don't care though" She took out a pack of cigarets. "Nicole what the hell are you doing?!" I gasp. I didn't know she smoked. "I do it when i'm stressed" She lite it and started smoking it. "Wanna try?" "I don't think that's a good idea" I laughed nervously. "It's weed Ariel" She passes it to me. "Oh" I smoked it. I don't know what I was thinking but it's good. "I can't do this. My mom will find out" "Ok" She shrugs and puts it out. "Lets go before we get caught" We climb back in my room and close my window. "We might wanna brush our teeth" We brushed our teeth and left my room. "Mom?" I look around for her but she's no where. "Wait shh" Nicole put her finger to her lips and I heard my mom singing. She must be in the studio. "Lets go" I giggle and grab Nicole's hand, I drag her to the studio. The doors closed so we look in the window. She's recording a song. I don't get to hear much of it because when we got there it was ending. She takes off the headphones and shakes her head to fix her hair. Why can't I be as pretty as her? She smiled to herself and grabbed a notebook and a pen. Then she looks out the window and jumps when she sees us. We both laugh and my mom shakes her head and motions for us to come in. "What are you two doing?" "We got bored" We sit on the small couch. "Are you two hungry?" She asks, writing something in her notebook. "I'm not, are you?" Nicole shakes her head no. "I'm actually really tired" Nicole said awkwardly and pinched me, waiting for me to say something. "I'll be up there in a minute" I smacked her for pinching me. My mom raised her eye brows at me when Nicole left the room. I sit on her lap. "Have you talked to dad?" She nods. "Is he coming back?" "Ariel, don't worry about it" She sounds annoyed so I get off her lap. "Ok, goodnight" I ran up stairs after Nicole.
Demi's POV
I close my notebook and put it up and walk up to my room. I can hear them laughing and I sigh to myself. I close my bedroom door and I grow lonely. I really miss Wilmer, a lot. "Wilmer?" I whisper into my phone. "Hey baby" He says sadly. "Come home" "I thought you didn't want me there?" He mumbles. "I miss you.. I need you" "You don't need me Demi. I fucking hit you. You deserve someone better" "Wilmer baby stop talking about that! I love you and you're my husband. You promised me that no matter what you'll fight for us! I'm fighting, i've been fighting since day 1. I stuck with you through everything Wilmer. Please just come back baby. Me and Ariel need you. Just please come home. Let's just forget about the past and we can try this again. Please" "Are you sure?" "I'm 100% sure Wilmer. I love you so much" "I love you too. I'll be home in ten minutes" He sighed, defeated. I grinned and hung up.
I ran downstairs and opened the door. Wilmer stood there with a stupid smile on his face. "Hey baby" I whisper and slowly wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. "I missed you and i'm so sorry" He kissed the top of my head. "It's ok Wilmer... I hope now isn't a bad time but I have a surprise for you" He smirked. "Not that! You'll get that later" I smack his arm and laugh. "Well what is it?" He chuckles. I grab his right hand and place it on my stomach. He looks confused at first, then his eyes widen. "Really?!" He smiles. "Yes" I nod and he picks me up and spins me around. "I love you so much" "The girls are still up, I wanna tell Ariel" He puts me down. "Girls?" "Nicole's over" "Oh" We go upstairs and here them laughing so I open the door. Bad idea. Nicole is hovering over Ariel, Ariel's hands are holding Nicole's hips, their lips are connected. Once they hear the door they jump away from each other. Both their faces are red. Ariel covers her mouth with her hand and just stares at me. I feel my face heat up. What the hell?
