Shattered Promises

thirteen.

        My eyes were locked on the ceiling as I tried counting each dot that was dotted on it, as a way of entertaining myself and keeping my mind occupied. I still thinking about what had just happened downstairs with Demi, and how close she was in reading those text messages. Possibilities of what could have happened if she read them ran through my mind. She'd get mom involved, and then mom would probably ground me forever and never keep her eyes off of me. I'm not happy with what I did, as a matter of fact, I'm ashamed. What I did was terrible and to be honest, I can't imagine ever doing it. I can't imagine me, myself, Dani Lovato doing what I did. It just didn't fit together and I scared myself. But, that was the past and I haven't done it since 2009, and Connor is the only person who knows that I did it. Because if anybody ever found out, they'd probably hate me. But I don't blame them, I'd hate me too.

        But my mind was also trying to come up with ideas of what Demi meant by, "He hasn't told you yet has he?" Like what does Demi know about Connor that I don't know? The weird thing about this is that I know him more than she does. Actually, I'm not even sure she knows who he is. They've only met once, at least I think they have. But whatever they're both hiding from me, I want to know. I deserve to know, because I mean he is my boyfriend, right? 

        I grabbed my cellphone from the counter beside me, scrolling through my contacts and taping on Connor's name before composing a new message. 

        We need to talk. 

        I typed before exiting out of my messenger app and taping onto the Twitter app. I taped onto my notifications bar and slowly scrolled through them, favoriting, and retweeting a few of them but passing the ones that had to do with Demi. I followed a few people and then watched them freak out, but I'm sure that they'd freak out more if it was Demi, Madison, or Dallas that noticed them.

        A text message from Connor appeared at the top of my page, and I quickly taped on it which opened up the messenger app again. 

        Alright, I was just coming back from the grocery store, I'm just passing your house now. 

         I quickly sent a, "Okay", before letting out a exhale of air and sitting up from my bed and hesitating before exiting my room. While I made my way downstairs and to the front door, I thought about how our conversation could go. All the possibilities of what could happen after I step outside. Whatever Demi knew about it that I didn't, could be good or a bad thing, I'm hoping to God that it isn't bad. I'd rather have him tell me than finding out from Demi. I mean who would even want to find something out about your boyfriend from your sister? 

        "Honey, Connor's at the door." My mom told me as soon as I stepped down the last set of stairs and was now in view of Connor and my mom. My eyes locked on Connor and I thought of all the secrets he could be hiding from me, even if there is any.

        "Thanks, mom." I said softly, replacing her spot in front of door and watching her smile before turning away and going back to where she was previously in the house. 

        "Can we do this outside?" I asked my eyes quickly glancing up at him before breaking the eye contact and staring down at the ground below us. 

        "Yeah, of course." And with that, he moved backward so that I could shut the front door and we were now surrounded by fresh air and privacy. 

        "Why did we have-"

        "What does Demi know about you that I don't know?" I interrupted him because well if I didn't, I'd never be able to say it and chicken out so I just spat it out.