Demi's POV
"Hey" I whisper and grab Wilmer's hand. "Hi" He kisses the top of my head. "Are you ready to go home?" "What if she hates me?" "I don't see why she would Demi. But she's been acting like a total bitch lately. I'm just gonna point that out" "I'll try talking with her" "You'll try.." "Yes. Now let's go" We intertwine fingers and he walks me out of the hospital. There were flashes and yelling. "DEMI ARE YOU OK" "DEMI HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO" "WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH WILMER" We got inside his car and I turned to him. "What video?" "It's nothing... " "Ok?" "Yeah" He hasn't even looked at me.
We opened the door and I almost fell at what I saw. "Oh my god" I put my hand over my mouth and Wilmer sighs. Ariel is sat on a guys lap with a cigaret in her mouth. A line of powder on the table, which I recognize. There's bottles of alcohol on the table and smoke filling the room. "Ariel" Wilmer hissed. She looked back at us and her face drops. She takes the cigaret out of her mouth. It looks like she's about to smile but she frowns and runs upstairs. The guy who sat on the couch has already grabbed his jacket and ran out of the house. "Have you known about this?" I whisper. "Um" He scratches the back of his neck. "How long? Do you allow her to do this? She's clearly not secretive about it! She's doing it in the family room!" "Demi.." "How long?!" I push him. "A long time Demi.. She relapsed. She doesn't even hide it anymore. The whole world knows.." "She promised" "Demi it has been hard for her!" "You obviously don't care!" I grabbed my laptop and searched for the video. "Demi what are you doing?" I started playing it.
"Why are you here?" Ariel asks. "What?" Wilmer snaps. Ariel looks at him. "Do you even care?" "Of course I care!" "You don't do a good job at showing it. I've seen the way you treat her! This is all just an act isn't it? I can't even remember the last time you've told her you love her and meant it! If I ever see you lay a hand on her again your ass is gone. I don't even want you here" "You have no right to talk to me like that!" An old couple stared at them. Wilmer went to smack her but the old man grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare" "Shut up old man this is none of your business! She's my daughter and I can hit her if she needs disciplined" The old man growled and let go of him. "Lay a hand on her and i'll call the cops" He sat back down and Wilmer got in Ariel's face. "Listen here you little brat. If you tell your mom about this conversation your ass is mine got it?" "You're a dick" Her voice cracked. "She doesn't even love you" "We'll see about that" He smirked. "I hate you" Ariel sobbed and push him away. "I hate you so much!" She screamed and a nurse runs over to her. Her body starts shaking uncontrollably and Wilmer looks scared but he looks like he's enjoying her pain. "Sweetie you need to calm down. Stay strong for your mom ok? When she wakes up I can tell her about this so you won't get in trouble" She whispers in Ariel's ear and she nods before sobbing loudly. Ariel looks at the camera. "I n-need a-air"
"Demi I-" I smack him across the face. He looked at the ground. "I thought you loved me you asshole!" "I do.." "Get away from me" He rolled his eyes and left the room. I run upstairs and knock on Ariel's door. "Ariel?" She opened the door. Her face is stained with tears, her eyes are red. "Baby.." I go to grab her hand but she steps back. "Ariel we need to talk. About a lot" She pulled me in her room and shut the door. "Um" I turn to her and she's on the floor with her face in her hands. "Why didn't you want to come to the hospital and see me?" "What?" Her face snaps up and she looks at me. "You're the one who didn't want me to come!" "Ariel what are you talking about?" "Dad told me you woke up yesterday and-" "I woke up yesterday?" "That's what he said.." Damn him. "Baby i've been awake for like two weeks, begging for you to come.." "He lied" She whimpered. "I'll talk to him. He told you I didn't want you to come?" She nodded and looked at the ground. "Come here" I sit on the bed and pull her on my lap. "I wanted to see you" She cried. "Why would he do that?!" She sobbed. "Because he's a dick... Don't let him get to you ok? Everything's ok now" I kiss the top of her head. "Is the tumor gone?" "It is" I smile and she hugs me. "I love you... I'm sorry mom" "We need to talk about what I just saw" She frowns. "Is it because of me?" "No... I just.." She looks at her hands. "I missed you.." "So you started doing drugs?! You know my past Ariel! You know what happened when I started doing drugs... Do you really wanna go down that path?" "I said i'm sorry" "I don't care if you're sorry! It's going to be hard for you to stop! Actually i'm going to go downstairs and get rid of all of that shit" "Don't go" "What? I'll be right back I promise" "Can I come?" "Yeah" I hold out my hand. She smiles and takes it.
"Is dad still here?" "I told him to leave earlier.. So no, I don't think so" "Ok" She sat on the couch. "I'm going to flush everything down the toilet" She just nodded. After I picked everything up I headed towards the bathroom but I was stopped when I felt something press up against my forehead. It's a gun. The person holding it? My fucking husband.
