And Then There Were Three (Kehlauremi)

When I Needed You Most

Lauren's POV

I took a cab back to Brooklyn after DJing in New Jersey. My phone was blowing up with texts from friends. They sent me links to TMZ and E! News. Demi was all over the place, photographed with her ex, Wilmer Valderrama. I've dated bisexual girls in the past, but never a bisexual woman this famous. Although I'm pretty secure in my relationship with Demi, it's odd that Wilmer visits her the one night I'm out of town. I called Kehlani, but she didn't answer. I called Demi and she didn't answer either.

When I finally got to our hotel, I didn't wanna wake either of my girlfriends. It was about 3:30 in the morning and I couldn't be so inconsiderate. I got a separate hotel room for the night. The next morning, I wake up and walk to Demi's room. Knocking on the door, I'm shocked when Wilmer opens it in nothing but a towel around his waist.

"What are you doing?" I practically screamed at him, shoving him aside. I just needed to see my girlfriend.

"Calm down! You're gonna wake Demi!" He barked at me.

"Oh shut up!" I hissed at him. I walked to the bedroom and found Demi looking almost lifeless. I looked closely and her mascara was all over her cheeks. The skin around her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying. "Wake up! Demi, I'm back. I'm here for you." I shook her shoulders and she barely moved. She opened her eyes slowly. "Good morning gorgeous. I missed you." I kissed her forehead.

"Aw babe, what are you doing here?" She asked me while going in and out of sleep. Her eyes were at half mass.

"I finished my gig last night in New Jersey. But is everything all right? You don't look so good, Dem." I held her chin in my hand. I wanted to kiss her, but preferred not to overwhelm her.

"Um I don't know. I don't remember anything."

"Anything about what?"

"About last night. I don't even remember being in this bed. Where are my clothes?"

"I don't know. But oh, oh, oh my...WILMER GET IN HERE!" That bastard. That fucking piece of shit. I know what he did and he will pay for it.

"What?" He came in newly dressed.

"What did you do to my girlfriend?"

"Nothing and your girlfriend- that's cute. She dated me for six years and still loves me, but whatever you say princess."

"Wilmer, why are you here?" Demi asked. She looked at him as if she hadn't seen him recently.

"What do you mean, babe? I made love to you last night, remember?"

"No, I don't and that's terrifying." Demi frowned and started to cry. "Wilmer, I used to love you. I used to trust you, but tell me something. Did you rape me? Did you drug me? I woke up in this bed that I don't recognize with my body feeling numb."

"You wanted sex last night. I couldn't get you off of me. Really though, don't you remember how much you loved to ride my dick?" He smirked and laughed to himself like he told some clever inside joke. Just the sound of his voice repulsed me.

"NO! NO! I have TWO GIRLFRIENDS! I DON'T WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! You must have forced yourself on me and that makes me sick! I see you standing there. Although you look the same, I know you are not the man I fell in love with. GET OUT OF HERE, WILMER!" With that, Demi threw a Patron bottle at his head. He dodged it and left the room. I consoled and hugged Demi until we heard the hotel door slam shut.

"Good, I hope he breaks his hand." She growled looking at me.

"I hope he breaks every bone in his body." I responded. She grinned at me. At this point, I was crying too. It pissed me off that I couldn't be there for Demi when she needed me most, I wanted to protect her with all I could. Everything I did was with love, but I missed my big chance to protect her precious body and soul. I know forced sex hurts mentally even more so than physically. I can only try to imagine the pain that Demi's in. She buried her face into my neck and her tears are running down my chest. I wish I could stop each one, but I can't.