Torn

Chapter Nine

Annie's POV

A few days ago, if this would've happened, I thought Id be actually kind of upset if I didn't get this reaction from Demi. But, now, as I think about it, that is the most selfish thing I've ever thought in my life.

I would run to the end of the earth and back just to make everything okay again and to make Demi stop crying. Absolutely anything. For the past five minutes all she's been saying is 'I'm sorry' over and over again, when it isn't her fault. It isn't her fault at all. If it's anyone's fault, it would be mine and Wilmer's.

Mine for not telling Demi and Wilmer's for.. Everything about that night.

Demi sat up and sniffled a little, then looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so-"

"Mom." I interrupted her. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't know why you're crying, just stop. It doesn't matter anymore. Pretend it didn't happen, and we can move on."

She looked at me, taken back by what I said. I was kind of taken back by what I said too, to be honest. "I'm sorry for not protecting you. I'm sorry for letting it get that far. I'm so, so, sorry."

And then she started crying all over again.

"A-and I'm sorry for not being a god mother and-" racks of sobs went through her body as I cradled my best friend in my arms, trying my best to sooth her. I've had past experience when she gets like this. It's not easy, but it's not impossible to calm her down.

"And my boyfriend is a fucking psychotic maniac."

I couldn't agree more on that.

I laid down beside her and hummed some of nightingale, hoping to calm her down.

"I'm going to kill him." Demi said, sitting up.

I'm starting to like this side of Demi.

She then jumped to her feet and started fast walking to her closet. "That's what we're going to do. We're going to kill him."

As much as I would love to see Demi kill Wilmer, I know we can't really kill him. I sighed and swung my feet off the side of the bed and leaned against the closet door as Demi started stripping and finding new clothes to put on.

"You can't kill him." I laughed.

"Out of all the people I would never imagine you to be the one to stop me." She huffed.

"Oh, believe me I know." I muttered. "Ah, I have an idea. Where is he at?"

"Hell if I know."

"You know on the Fault in Our Stars how Issac threw eggs at his ex girlfriends house to take out some of his anger?"

"Yeah.."

"Do we have eggs?" I asked.

She smiled mischievously. "We do. And toilet paper."

Oh, yes. I know this side of Demi won't last long so I might as well enjoy it while I can.

This is like the opposite of what Demi would do. In her 'Staying Strong' books she always gives advice on how to better a situation, and I'm pretty sure egging and TPing your ex boyfriends house would not be under the 'Goal of the day ' paragraph.

"Well are you coming?" Demi asked from the doorway.

"I'm coming." I smiled.

I've waited for this day for so long. I've only dreamed of destroying Wilmer's home.

Demi reached in the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs, while I opened the cabinet and grabbed a sack of toilet paper.

"Let's go." Demi said.