And Then There Were Three (Kehlauremi)

Impossible

Kehlani's POV

"I remember years ago someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love, I did, I did."

I listened to my headphones in my hotel room. I was putting on makeup for tonight's concert. I was excited to be in New York, because I always dreamed of being here since I was a little girl in Oakland.

Demi and Lauren told me to meet them at the venue, the Barclays Center in a couple of hours. I was anxious so I got there an hour early and drank in the stadium's lounge. A familiar looking man spoke into his cell phone at the bar, about three stools down. I couldn't place where I knew him from. Within moments, he slipped the bartender a hundred dollar bill and walked out.

I kept checking my phone for texts or snaps from Demi, she loved to sext. I didn't hear a peep from her or Lauren. I couldn't wait much longer so I called my aunt to check up on my family back home. I was ecstatic to hear that she was recovering even better than the doctors predicted. Finally time passed and I went to my dressing room. I wasn't sure what to wear since I had a couple outfits in mind.

I darted out of there to stop by Demi's dressing room and when I opened the door, I saw that man again!

"Oh hi Dem-"I stood frozen in the doorway wondering if I should go in or just disappear.

"Hey Lani! This is Wilmer. Wilmer, this is Kehlani." He said hi and went to shake my hand, but I felt uncomfortable. Wasn't he her ex? Didn't they stop speaking to each other? Why was he in her dressing room? I shook his hand meekly and returned to my dressing room. I texted Lauren and she explained that she had to go to New Jersey to DJ an event. I was hesitant to tell her that Wilmer was here so I decided not to.

I got on stage and could see him out of the corner of my eye. I didn't like his energy, he had a creepy vibe. I was distracted while performing, but happy to see my fans enjoying my music. All I want to do is make music, because it's my greatest joy. My second greatest joy is being with Demi, but it seems like there are always obstacles for us to confront.

A couple hours later, DJ Khaled came into my dressing room. He told me that we had to join Demi on stage to celebrate her six years sober. I was happy for her, but still annoyed that Wilmer was there.

After the concert I rushed to my hotel room, because I just wanted to bathe and relax. After my bath, I texted Demi. She didn't respond so I put clothes on to knock on her hotel room door. She didn't answer. I peeked through the small glass hole in the door and couldn't believe my eyes. It was Demi and Wilmer all over each other! They were making out as he was undressing her! My girlfriend was cheating on me with a man! She always treated me so loyally, I didn't understand how she could do this. It seemed impossible like some cruel, practical joke. I ran back to my hotel room and got under the covers. When I went to bed that night, I never wanted to wake up.