Demi's POV:
While walking towards the supermarket, I started thinking about my life. How I never really got to be happy, how I, even when I was a child, had worries on my head, how I craved for happiness yet only drowned myself into more and more sadness.
Maybe it was just the alcohol. I had been drinking for the whole day and I was not really aware of my actions. It was just how I took the pain away.
I entered the store and immediately bring myself towards the alcohol section where my fingers quickly grabbed a bottle of Vodka.
My eyes travelled from the one bottle to the other one, thinking about grabbing more than one bottle.
"Demi?" A voice made me turn around.
"What?" I can tell that the alcohol was clear in my voice and the fact that I could barely stand on my feet made him worried and I could feel that.
"Demi, what the actual fuck are you doing?" He walked closer to me and ripped the bottle out of my hands, making me pout.
"This is not good for you, Demi" He told me.
"Shut up. Who are you? My father?"
"I'm your friend, Demi and I care about you, okay?"
"Come on, Wilmer, don't make me laugh. You're not my friend. We kissed the other day" I laughed in his face.
"That was a mistake, we both know that. We're friends and because I'm your friend, I won't let you drink more alcohol today. You've had enough" Wilmer put the bottle back on the shelf and dragged me out of the supermarket.
"Wilmer, you cannot do this. I'm calling the police. This is kidnapping!" I squealed once he made me enter his car. He sat down in the seat next to me and started the car up.
"You better call a doctor that handles you" He harshly said.
"What are you trying to say with that?"
"I'm trying to tell you that you need to get help, Demetria" He said, focusing his angry eyes on the road. I furrowed my brows.
Of course I knew I had problems. I mean, I felt fat, I couldn't eat normally, I harmed myself... I was a mess but, did I really need profesional help to get out of that horrible mace?
The answer ended up being a huge YES but I couldn't figure that out back then.
"I don't need help, I'm fine" I placed my hands on my legs. Everything was blurry, the alcohol did make everything unclear but that was okay since all I wanted to do was forget.
"Sure" He sarcastically said.
"You know what? I fucking hate you. I actually though you were a cool guy but now I realize you're annoying as fuck"
Wilmer chuckled but did not reply at all.
I stared at his face, he looked angry yet still amazingly beautiful. I loved the way he looked, he was so attractive and I just couldn't resist myself from bringing my hand towards his face and caress his cheek.
"Stop it, Demi" He seriously spoke. I laughed, throwing my head back. He did not say anything.
"Where are you taking me?" I decided to ask.
"Not to your home, I know that your parents will kill you so... What about you staying at mine?"
I shrugged.
"Whatever"
