Heartbrake (Demi Lovato/Santana Lopez)

Chapter 5

The week had flown by.  Demi finally had everything together for her evening with Wilmer.  She was wearing some sexy lingerie she had bought at Victoria Secret’s that was going to make his head spin, had picked up a 4 course meal from his favorite restaurant, and had found a few other items to set the mood.  She gathered everything up and headed over to Wilmer’s condo.  She had talked to him earlier in the day and had confirmed when he was leaving for work to do some re-takes on some of his scenes for his new TV show.

Demi parked and took the elevator up to Wilmer’s condo.  She balanced all the bags as she put her key in the door and opened it.  Demi went directly to the kitchen, turned on the warming drawer, and put the food in it.  She took her other bags and headed to the bedroom so she could get everything setup before Wilmer got home.  As she got closer to the bedroom, she heard noises.  Her heart started racing as she went through various scenarios in her head – Radio, TV, burglars, etc.  “Crap” she thought.  “What if it is burglars?”  She got out her phone, typed 9-1-1, and put her finger over the send button as she crept closer to the door.

Demi’s mouth dropped open as she looked into the bedroom.  “What the fuck, Wilmer?  What the fuck is going on here?  Who the hell is she?”  Wilmer scrambled off a girl who was trying to pull covers over her naked body.  Demi turned and ran out of the room.

“Shit.  Demi, it’s not what you think.” said Wilmer as he grabbed some clothes and ran after Demi.  “Wait.  Hold on.  Let me talk to you.” he said as he caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

 “It’s not what I think?  Really, Wilmer, really?  Your dick was inside another girl.”  Demi felt hot tears streaming down her face.  “Let go of me.” said Demi as she ripped her arm out of his grip.

“Wait.  Let me explain.”

“There is no explanation needed.  We are over.  Finished.  Done.  D-O-N-E.  Have a nice life.”  Demi grabbed her purse and turned towards the door.

Wilmer stood there, his eyes tearing up.  “Please, Demi.  Please don’t go.  I love you.  It was a mistake.  It will never happen again.  I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you, Wilmer.”  Demi said as she slammed the door and ran for the elevator.  She pushed the button frantically hoping that it would come faster and praying that Wilmer would not try to follow her.  After what seemed like forever, the elevator finally doors opened.  She stepped inside and hit the button for the ground floor.  Her tears were free flowing now.  Waves of emotions ran through her as she tried to grasp the reality of the situation.  “What the hell just happened?  How could he do that?  Sure, we have had our issues, but I thought after our last breakup we had worked through everything.”  Demi curled her hand into a fist and punched the elevator wall right before the doors open.  She ran out of the building, got in her car, and rested her head on her steering wheel as she sobbed uncontrollably.  After a few minutes, she looked in the mirror knowing it was not going to be pretty.  “I look like a fucking raccoon.”  Demi dug for a tissue in her purse to try fix the black goop around her eyes and cheeks.

After gaining a little composure, she took her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Santana’s name.  She quickly hit the send button and said a silent prayer that Santana would answer.