fix me (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

chapter 14

Wilmer's pov

"W-wilmer?"

My heart skips a beat as I hear her the hurt sound from her voice.

My jaw drops as I turn around and see her. "Demetria ,mi hermosa, what happened to you?"

I feel my fear growing as I see tears filling her eyes.

I wrap my arms around her. "Demetria what happened?"

"I err... Eric. Leah's dad. I..." Demi stutters not having any words for what happened to her.

"Did he raped you? I will kill that man. Seriously. Nobody can hurt my hermosa. I'm already on my way." I say grabbing the car keys.

"No Wilmer stop. He didn't raped me." She said, finally finding words.

I lay down the car keys and settle myself on the couch while putting Demi on my lap.

"So tell me what really happened then." I say while there's still a storm going on in my heart but I wanna know what happened. I can kill that man later.

Demi's pov

"It err... He was going to rape me but like you know I'm PMSing so he couldn't rape me but what he did was even worse"

"What did he do to you then, mi hermosa?"

I take a deep breathe before talking.

"He had a blade with him so he just took my wrists, looked at my scars and err... you can still see my scars and the ones you can he err... sliced whit his blade across them while he told me I should do that more often."

I see tears welling up in Wilmers eyes as he kisses my fore-head. "I never ever want you to do that again... your way to beautiful for it." He tells me while picking up a first aid-kit.

I he cleans my wounds and pulls plasters around them. Just as he used to do when I was younger.

"Never forget how much I love you Demi, never." He says while placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

"Maybe should just quit and don't go to therapy sessions with Leah anymore since you're going back to the spotlights in only two weeks." Wilmer says but I just shake my head.

"I have only one session left and I don't want her to be a victim of her father's mistake."

He nods understandingly.

Oh how I love this man.

Leah's pov

Last therapy session with Demi. It feels like my dead.

"Leah Walker?" Demi says while walking into the waiting room on the just the same way as she did when I was here for the very first time.

I walk behind here into the room. The room where I shared so many things. Good and bad things. Fears and things I love. This is the room where I have been fixed by one person. Demetria Devonne Lovato.

Everyone can say it's fake and that I can't be fixed by Demi Lovato but I am. I truly am.

I also believe you can be fixed by her over the internet. With her tweets, her interviews and oh don't forget staying strong book. Other people tell you that you can't be fixed by someone who doesn't know you but you know what? It is possible because people like Demi are one of the rare people who are able to understand you.

But I? I'm saved by here in real life. As my therapist but I truly believe she can be a therapist too for people where she don't even know about. She can be a therapist for people/lovatics all over the world and you know what? She is.

And with these thougts I end it. I end the therapy sessions with her. I walk out of the door and cycle to house. I'm fixed. I'm fixed by Demi Lovato.

But what about my dad and the bullies? I can't stand them anymore.

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heaaa guys, I actually have nothing important to say beside thankyouuuu <3 :)