I gotta look at her in her eyes and see she's had half of me
Empty. She felt empty. There was no longer a little bundle of cells and nerves and life inside of her. And as far as she was concerned, she didn't want to have another baby inside of her if it was only going to end in disaster.
She hadn't moved from the spot on her couch, only to shower occasionally and brush her teeth when her breath started to smell bad. She didn't have the will to move. She had shut herself off from the world, despite the world tour that she had coming up, despite the interviews and things that she was supposed to be doing for it.
"Miss. Lovato," the speaker by her elevator buzzed and Demi cleared her throat, jumping in surprise at the noise.
"There's a woman down here for you, should I let her up?" It was probably her mom coming to check on her with home baked goods and other things that she didn't want.
"Go ahead," Demi yelled back, pressing the button on her remote so that she could speak back. The elevator dinged and Eiza walked in, baby bump and all, smiling widely at Demi and looking around.
"Is Wilmer here?" Demi was going to answer, she even opened her mouth to answer, but her eyes locked on her baby bump. Eiza's hand was resting on it, occasionally rubbing her hard stomach as Demi's breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to water. Wilmer's baby was in there. A baby that she was supposed to be having but instead hers got snatched away from her and Eiza's was still inside of her. How was that fair?
"Demi. Is Wilmer here?" Eiza questioned, looking up from the sonogram pictures that she had taken out of her pockets when she realized that Demi wasn't responding.
"No," she stuttered, wrapping her arms around herself and facing the tv. The channel hadn't been changed since she sat on that spot and she didn't want to change the channel.
"Do you know when he's gonna be here?" Eiza asked as Demi gulped and shook her head. Anything to keep her eyes off of Eiza's bump.
"Well when he comes back, tell him to call me," Eiza smiled before heading back towards the elevator. Demi bolted off of the couch as the elevator doors closed. She couldn't stay there any longer. She was going into her own personal headspace and that was the last place that she wanted to be.
"Gotta get out gotta get out," Demi stammered, grabbing her purse and her phone and slipping on her Ugg boots even if it was too hot outside. She jammed the button for the elevator and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they opened she rushed in and hit the button for the parking garage. She shut her eyes and counted down the floors before running out of the elevator and straight to her car. She dropped the keys several times before finally sticking them in the ignition and pulling out of her parking spot.
Her phone began to ring and the caller ID popped up on the screen of her car. It was just Dallas checking on her. She had been staying with Dallas for a while but she had moved out deciding that she wanted to be back in her own space. Bad idea.
"What?" After jamming the answer button about fifty times she spoke.
"Where are you?" Demi swerved around a car on the freeway and zoomed ahead.
"I'm, I'm just out. I don't know where I'm going," Demi's fingers curled around the steering wheel, turning her knuckles an unhealthy shade of white.
"Demi, pull the car over. You're not in the right state of mind to be driving," Dallas knew how her sister was and what she dealt with. After her major breakdown in the hospital, Demi wasn't in the right state of mind to do anything.
