'For the girl that I knew who'll be reckless just enough, who'll get hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love. And then she'll get stuck and be scared of the life that's inside her, growing stronger each day til it finally reminds her to fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes.'
January 2017.
Staring down at the little white sticks in her hand, her heart aches as she takes in every single positive sign; a variety of two lines, plus signs and the word pregnant across them. This is supposed to be one of the happiest times of her life, pregnant with a baby she didn’t think she could even have, instead she’s absolutely terrified. She’s sitting against the bathroom wall in the little cabin that she’s rented for the foreseeable. The cut just above her eyebrow is beginning to heal but the bruises are a different story; each one is a variety of different hues – colours which shouldn’t appear on any ones body. The scars tell a story of their own, each one marking her body like a road on a map.
‘Just me, you and the pups now, baby.’ Demi almost whispers. They had been happy in the beginning; she fell for him hard from the moment that she met him; his hypnotising eyes and smile winning her overs. He treated her like a queen for a while, she didn’t have to do anything and he bought her spontaneous little gifts but that didn’t last forever. Sliding the tests onto the counter she slowly pushes herself into a standing position before making her way out to the bedroom where the news is playing on TV.
‘MMA star Luke Rockhold has today been refused bail and held on remand until his trial date which has been set for the summer. Rockhold has been charged with domestic violence towards his ex-partner former Disney star Demi Lovato. He faces up to four years in prison with an addition five years for great bodily injury. Lovato’s rep refused to comment on the matter at this time.’
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Demi sighs and leans back against the pillows with her hand resting on her stomach.
‘We’re going to be okay, little one… I promise I won’t ever let him hurt you.’ She says softly.
March 2017.
‘What are your plans now? Are you going to come home once he goes to prison?’ Dianna asks as she watches her daughter carefully folding a cream blanket.
‘If he goes to prison… I don’t know; I don’t think I could ever go back to that house. I don’t want to raise my babies in thehouse that their father nearly beat me to death in.’ Demi replies shaking her head.
‘You can sell the house. Find somewhere new for you and the babies. Be close to family and all the people who love you.’ Dianna says.
‘Mom, I’m not even that far away. You got here in what? 25 minutes today.’ Demi replies.
‘I guess… Wilmer phoned me the other day.’ Dianna says.
‘Yeah? About what?’ Demi asks.
‘You. He wanted to see if you were okay and if you’d be okay with him visiting you.’ Dianna replies.
‘And what did you say?’ Demi asks.
‘I told him that you were getting there and I’d check with you to see what you thought about him visiting.’ Dianna replies.
