Here Comes The Sun (Demi Lovato/Naya Rivera)

Tweeter Twatter

One week later I was at the X Factor on my phone during a commercial break. I was scrolling through twitter lazily, favoriting a few tweets here and there. One in particular caught my eye. I gasped when I saw it, dropping my phone onto the table.

"Wilmer Valderrama Arrested." It said. "Click for more details." I clicked on the link and a news story came up from earlier this afternoon. "Wilmer Valderrama (That 70's Show, Handy Manny) was arrested early this morning on several accounts of rape, abuse, and drug use. Sources say a previous report led to investigation, and barrels of information were released from there. Right now he is residing with the LAPD. We will keep you updated."

"Demi are you okay?" Simon patted my shoulder.

"Y-yeah." I stutter. "I'm fine."

"I know we may act like we hate each other but I'm here for you." His deep British accent coated his words. I nodded, tears in my eyes. "Go to your dressing room, we can close the show without you, I'll be right there." I just made it backstage as I heard Mario welcome America back.

I paced in my little sanctuary, some reason feeling really bad. I know he did bad things, but did he deserve to go to jail for quite possibly the rest of his life? Does he deserve this? A small voice in the back of my mind told me yes- yes he deserves it. Another part of me reminded myself of all the great moments I did have with him. I just don't feel okay. A couple agonizing minutes later a tall, lazily dressed British lad walked in. Simon put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the small sofa. I buried my head in his shoulder and cried. I didn't cry a sad cry, I cried that heartbreaking cry. The cry that only comes out when you are at a complete loss, when there's nothing else you can do. I cried all the cries I have been holding in for months. I released all my built up emotions, I released all the utter shit that has been holding me down. The whole time Simon held me. The whole time I have known him he has been the father figure I have been lacking. I have never been more grateful for the hold hag that is him. "He was arrested."

"Who Demi?" Simon asked. I handed him my phone, he unlocked it and safari was still up. I heard him grunt and I knew he finished reading the article. "Bastard, I never liked him. Demi, Demi look at me." I looked up into his eyes. "Tell me what happened." I spilled everything starting from a while back. I included all my feelings and worries. When Simon heard about the- what happened with Wilmer his eyes filled with pure rage. "He deserves where he is Demi. He deserves to rot in there. It said multiple counts. He has done this to more people."

Oh. It just sunk in that it said multiple counts. Fury blazed behind my eyes and I stood up brushing my blue hair behind my ears with my fingers. A text from Naya buzzed in, "Hey babe, wanna go out to eat?"

I quickly replied, "Maybe later love. Don't worry I'm okay, be there soon."

Thirty minutes later I was pacing outside the jail debating whether to go in or not. Half of my brain was telling me to go home; go home to Naya and cuddle and forget this all happened. The other half of my brain was telling me how I know that's not possible, you don't just forget about it. I have to go in and see what I've been avoiding for so long. Before I could think about it I walked in and was asking to see Wilmer Valderrama. The cops behind the desk looked at me alarmed, I guess people don't usually request to see people like him. One nodded though and led me back. I was checked for any bad items, and then I was sitting in front of a glass waiting for him to come. I drummed my fingers nervously on the ledge in front of me. What am I going to say? I have to get a plan together otherwise I'm going to end up in tears. Hell, even with a plan I am probably going to. I guess fate isn't on my side today because even before I could form a coherent sentence I heard a buzz and Wilmer was walking to the other side of the looking glass, a guard holding his arms behind him. I felt as if a twenty thousand pound stone was in my stomach, weighing me down and pushing everything else up. He caught my eye and winked, the bile continuing to rise.

"Hey baby, you miss me?" He sat down cheekily. Anger flashed through me.

"No." I muttered, staring at the space between his eyebrows.

"Listen Dems," he started and I interrupted him.

"Don't call me that. Don't call me anything." I clenched my fists.

"Whatever. Anyway listen, I think we both know that I am in here because of your little 'story,' so why don't you feel them it was consensual and we can be done?" He looked at me through the corner of his eye with this cocky look he gets.

"Because it wasn't Wilmer, it wasn't consensual. I'm still hurting inside and I'm still broken. I did bad things to try and forget what you did to me, I thought there was something wrong with me. There isn't, Naya showed me that. There's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with you that makes you think it was okay. I-"

"You are listening to that bitch? Oh yeah isn't she your 'girlfriend' now?"

"Yes she is." I sat up prouder. He laughed.

"I may be a lot of things but at least I'm not gay. What is wrong with you? Nobody wanted you so you eat pussy now?" He was still laughing. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I blinked furiously to get them away.

"Actually it's more like I didn't want you. I never did. That's why you forced me to have sex with you isn't it? You were jealous I could want a girl more than you? Jealous you could bring me no pleasure?" I rose my eyebrow as a challenge but really I was dying inside. I took a deep breath, I need to continue. "What makes you think it was okay for you to do that? Take away my innocence? Hurt me the way you did? You had no right to do that to me. That was a part of me and I can't get it back. I've had sleepless nights, trust issues, and I'm still trying to accept my sexuality. You drilled into my head loving girls the way most love boys is wrong. You did things to me, made me do things in hope it would change me. It never did. I know there is nothing wrong with who I am but there's still that doubt in my mind. I'm in love with Naya, and she makes me feel things I've never felt before. How could I? I was never given a chance. I'm not going to thank you for this. Frankly I want to wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze forever. What I will do is let you rot in here. This is where you belong." I stood up and went to walk away. Right as I was about to turn the corner I heard him call something out. Something that hit home in thirty thousand ways.

"Say what you want Demetria. You will still always be that scared girl inside. That broken loser who doesn't practice what she preaches. A freak. An ugly dyke no one will love. You should be ashamed."

Yes this hurt. Yes I want to cry. The thing is though, I know there's at least one person who doesn't feel that way. With her I can get through anything.

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"Babe is that you?" I walked into my apartment heading someone rustling in my kitchen.

"Demi?" A full mouth called out. I ran around the corner and plowed into Naya, my arms twisting around her neck and hands entangling into her hair. She was still chewing an unknown substance but I didn't care. I wanted her and I needed her. She shoved me into the counter, and onto which I jumped up easily. We pulled each other closer my legs now wrapping themselves around her thighs. She pressed into me and we both let out a moan at same time, the need between us so strong you couldnt break it if you tried. "Are you sure?" The taller, beautiful woman whispered looking into my eyes. I nodded twice, and she grin formed on my face. I jumped off the counter and she held my hand lightly guiding me to the bedroom. That night I realized how much I really do love Naya Rivera, and how much I need her in every way possible. She is my life, and I will never leave her. Something tells me she will never leave me too, and that she feels the same way. When we get up in the morning sore and rested from tonight's events we will have things to deal with, but we will get through it. We are okay.