"Demi!" Nick's arms were quickly wrapped around me. I smiled into his chest but couldn't hug him back due to the suitcases I had in my hands.
"Hey, dude"
I was really, really happy about Nick coming on tour too. He was always there for me while the others were all too busy to care about me.
"How are you?" He asked me. I smiled.
"Pretty good" And I wasn't lying. I felt good after making love with Wilmer. He was able to make me happy.
I looked around me while letting out a sigh.
"I'm glad to hear that" Nick said.
My smile faded away when I noticed how Joe kissed Ashley, his new girlfriend.
"Dem, come on, don't let it get to you, okay?" Nick said. I nodded my head. He was right.
And tour started. The first days were not that difficult. I spent time with Nick, I had rehearsals, I called Wilmer and just tried to keep a smile on my face.
But slowly it got harder and harder. I wasn't even able to look at food. I cried in front of the mirror, I got on stage with an empty stomach, the cuts on my wrists only got deeper and deeper, I stopped calling Wilmer because I felt like I was only annoying him.
But he called me yet I did not answer the phone so he left voice messages every single day...
"Hey, Demi, how are you? I hope you're fine. Today at work I've been thinking about you all the time. I miss you so much baby.
Well, they're calling me. Stay strong. I love you"
He kept sending me those message voices when I didn't answer the phone anymore.
And every time I heard his voice through the phone, I wanted him to hug me...
But he was away...
I had to admit that I knew that I had fallen for him. He never got tired of being there. He never ever gave up on me...
"Nena? Are you there? Please answer the phone... It's night... I cannot sleep... All I wanna do is hear your sweet voice... I miss you... I love you... Please believe me when I tell you that I love you... I love you so much... Good night"
"Hey hermosa... I know you're there... Please answer the phone. I'm worried..."
But I didn't answer.
Every day I found voice messages. Every single day.
"Hey Dem... How are you, sweetheart? I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful and the most important thing in my life... I love you"
Not believing his words, I brought the blade to my skin and cutted.
"Sweetheart, please call me when you hear this. I can't wait until you come back from tour. I would hug you... And kiss your lips of you let me to... I love you"
I felt the pain in his voice, and he was hurting because of me. Because I was not brave enough to pick up the fucking phone.
"Baby, stay strong, please, just stay strong"
But I couldn't stay strong.
"Hey, baby girl, how is tour? How are you? I wish I could be there right now so I couls hug you... I miss and love you so much. Te amo"
"I love you, Demetria"
I love you too, Wilmer... I whispered...
I needed to forget and that thought brought me to parties. Some dancers and me ran away in the night and partied all night long. I got the chance to get drunk, do drugs and just forget.
But one day they knew about it. I got angry at the dancers, I knew one of them had opened their mouth and I... I ended up punching one of them's face.
"Demi... This is not you. We can barely recognize you..." Dad said. He and mom were sitting in front of me. They looked upset. Really upset.
Mom was sad and tears fell down her cheeks. Dad held her hand tightly while they talked to me.
"You're sick. Very sick" He added.
"Sweetie, look, there's a plane waiting for you to take you to treatment... You're 18 years old so it's your own choice but... If you don't get help, I will have to take Maddie away from you... She's my daughter too and I can't let her to..."
Before she finished talking, I got up and left the room to lock myself in my dressing room where the tears quickly left my eyes to fall down my cheeks.
Soon, the room was filled by sobs.
Wilmer.
I needed him.
I reached for my phone and called him.
"Babe? Hey, I would love to talk to you right now but I'm wor..."
"Wilmer, they want me to go to treatment" I cried out.
"Wait...Are you crying? Demi, sweetheart, calm down. Treatment is a good idea."
"No it isn't. I'm not crazy, Wilmer!"
"I know, nena, I know. Treatment is not for crazy people. Hermosa, please go to treatment. I promise you that I'll go and visit you as soon as I can, okay?"
Knocks could be heard on the door.
"Demetria, open that damn door!" It was my dad.
"Demi, go. Please, go. It'll be good. You'll get better. I trust you. I know you can do this, baby. Do it. Go to treatment. I love you"
With his words in my head and Maddie in my mind, I entered that plane and went into treatment.
I was scared.
Really scared.
But, for the first time in my life, I kind of wanted to get better.
I hated my parents right then. I thought they only wanted to ruin my career...
