As I walked into his house, the memories hit me right in the face. The last time I was here, we had our first kiss.
We were just sitting on the couch, watching a movie and laughing. I stood up to make some pop corn and when I came back, I somehow tripped up and ended up falling on top of him. Our looks immediately met and, before we could do anything to stop it, we closed the gap between our lips and kissed.
And it was amazing, I have to admit that.
"Dem? What are you thinking about?" His voice brought me back to reality.
"Oh... Um... Nothing" I replied and the suddenly felt my knees becoming even weaker. I managed to walk into the living room and let myself fall on the couch while letting my laughter fill the room.
"Demi, I think it's time for you to get some sleep" He stated while he looked at me.
"Why? We can party, kiss and fuck!"
He rolled his eyes.
"You're drunk. I dislike drunk girls"
I pouted and the tears fell down my cheeks. I did not know why I was crying but I could not stop and it was frustrating me and that caused me to cry even more.
He came closer to me.
"Shh, nena" He wrapped his arms around me and carried me bridal style.
"I'm sorry... I just can't stop drinking. It makes me feel alive"
He didn't say anything. He just placed a kiss on top of my head and brought me upstairs where he lay me down on his huge bed.
"I know, sweetheart, that's why you need to get help baby... You have to realize that you're beautiful... I wish I could make you believe me when I say you're perfect just the way you are..."
His fingerd caressed the white lines on my arms and then the fresh cuts I had just made that same day.
"But I can't... And it hurts me to see you like this... I hate to see you drinking the pain away, cutting your own precious skin... You need help, babe. You just need it. Please look for help, Demetria"
The tears stopped falling. I sat up and stared into his eyes. I placed my hands on his neck and bring him closer for a kiss.
It was a short, sweet yet passionate kiss. He slowly and gently pulled away and caressed my cheek.
"I love you" He told me and then I fell asleep.
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A huge headache invaded me when I opened my eyes. Wilmer was laying next to me. He was dressed and so was I so that meant we had not done anything.
I crawled off the bed and locked myself in the bathroom. While waiting for the water to get warm, I logged into twitter, hoping that the haters had gone away.
But... No.
They were still there.
Yes, they had told me that being a celebrity was not easy but... I didn't expect it to be this hard at all...
The words really got to me and made me feel like shit.
Before I knew it, I was sitting on the shower's floor, cutting on my wrist, using Wilmer's shaving blade, while the warm water poured on me.
Once I felt kind of better, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me.
"Shit..." I cursed, realizing there had fallen some blood on the towel. I grabbed some toilet paper and tried to clean my cuts.
When it looked a bit better, I left the bathroom.
"Morning" He smiled at me from the bed.
"Good morning, Wilmer"
I looked down at the clothes in my hands.
"I... Um... I'm sorry about tonight"
"Hey, it's okay, Dem. I'm your friend" He realized that I did not look happy.
Somehow, he's always been able to look through me.
"Sweetheart, is everything alright?" He asked.
My clothes fell on the floor as I started crying again. He hugged me but when we pulled away, he saw the fresh cuts and freaked out.
"Demi! Why?"
I pulled my arm back and grabbed my clothes from the floor.
"I can't do this, Wilmer. I just can't"
"Please, Demi, look for help. I beg you"
"I don't need fucking help, Wilmer!" I yelled.
"Yes you do!"
I ran into the bathroom, locked the door and started to dress myself.
"Demi, you can't keep living like this. It's not good! You deserve to get better!"
Once I was dressed, I exited the bathroom.
"Go to hell, Wilmer. I do not need help, is that fucking clear?!"
He swallowed. He looked really, really upset.
"Screw you" I mumbled while walking away.
"Get your shit together, Demetria!" I heard him yelling before I walked out of his house.
