Demi rolled over in the king sized bed, expecting to hit Trey's warm chest but instead she was met with the cold silk sheets. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and pulled the sheets up to her chest before reaching over to grab her phone. It was like 11 o'clock and she had tons of missed calls and texts from Dallas. At least she was finally acknowledging her existence.
"Hello?"
"You're out there for one month and you're already pregnant?" Dallas screeched into the phone as Demi pulled it away from her ear and looked down at it in confusion. Pregnant? She didn't recall herself being pregnant.
"I'm not-"
"It's all over the media, Demi!" Dallas yelled again. Demi put the phone on speaker and set it down next to her so that she could lie back down.
"Well it's not true," she opened her mouth in a wide yawn and tugged the warm sheets back over her body as Dallas began to rant on and on and on about how irresponsible she was being and how she was going to end up just like their mother.
"Bye Dal," she hung up the phone on that note and reached over to the side of the bed to grab Trey's boxers and his v neck. Why did Dallas have to bring their mom into everything? She was nothing like her mother and she never would be.
Demi pranced over to the bathroom, surprisingly in good spirits despite how her morning had started off. She still didn't know where Trey was but he hasn't mentioned anything about leaving so he was probably downstairs.
On her way to the bathroom, Demi stopped in the body length mirror against the far wall. She lifted her shirt up and placed her hand on her flat abdomen, slowly running it across the smooth surface before she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away, letting the fabric drape back over her body. She wasn't pregnant. She knew that she wasn't pregnant.
"Morning," she jumped and noticed Trey standing in the doorway. Her face flushed at the fact that he might've seen what she was doing.
"I'm guessing you already heard about the rumors. It's getting taken care of," Trey whispered and Demi nodded before she quietly headed into the bathroom to take a shower. She didn't wanna talk about the rumors. And if she had been pregnant, would that have been a problem? Well yeah, for her, it definitely would. Why would she want a baby, why would either of them want a baby, when they were merely experimenting with their relationship right now?
She stayed in the shower for a good half hour, just washing everything away in a literal and metaphorical sense. She wrapped herself up in one of Trey's fluffy towels before going into the closet where her suitcase was and grabbing a pair of leggings and a long sleeve shirt. She brushed her hair out and took care of all of that other stuff before going back downstairs to find Trey.
"It was supposed to be me and you against the world remember? You promised me that. You promised me that if I stayed we would be together forever," was that another girl talking? Demi stopped at the end of the stairs and plopped down. She couldn't see but she could hear and that was good enough for her.
"And it was but let's not forget what you did to me," Trey responded. Who was he talking to?
"I loved you. Hell, I'm pretty sure I'm still in love with you. But I don't trust you so it doesn't matter," he was in love with her? He was openly admitting to loving another girl yet Demi had been there for him, right in front of his face all along and he wasn't in love with her? How was that fair?
"If you were really in love with me you wouldn't be running around getting some white hoe pregnant," the girl bitterly snapped.
"I can't just sit and mope over you all of the time. I have to move on. I wanted to marry you. I wanted you to have my children. And you messed that all up. So get out of my house," Trey demanded. There was silence for a while before Demi heard footsteps nearing where she was, and she didn't even bother to move. She lifted her head up to make eye contact with the girl. It was the same girl that had been in the club when Demi had last flown out to see Trey, the one with the unnecessarily long weave and dark skin.
"Pathetic," she mumbled, taking in Demi's appearance. Demi hadn't even realized that she was crying until that girl said something. She wiped her face as the front door slammed and Trey came into her view.
"Demi-"
"Save it," she hissed, standing up and stomping up the steps. She ran into Trey's room and shut and lock the door behind her before collapsing on the bed. Why did it seem like he could admit his feelings for everyone else in the world except for her? Why was it so hard for him to just come to terms with the fact that he may love her or just tell her that he didn't and he just wanted their relationship to be like it was before? Why was it so hard?
"Demi, open up," Trey groaned in frustration as he heard Demi's muffled sobs on the other side of the door.
She wasn't asking for much. She just wanted some truth to their relationship. How hard was it for him to figure out his feelings for her? Here she was in an unknown land in his humongous house. He had pretty much ignored her the first few weeks that she was here but she still stayed. There were pregnancy rumors going around but she was still staying. She left behind everything in Dallas, yet she was still here, with him and for him. Some clarity on his feelings really wasn't too much to ask.
"If you still love her why am I here?" Demi called towards the door and Trey picked his head up to respond.
"It doesn't matter how much I love her because I don't trust her. I trust you," Trey replied but that only caused Demi to cry harder, and Trey could barely make out what she said next.
"But you don't love me," she choked out, pulling her knees to her chest before tucking herself under the covers and letting the rest of her tears escape.
Outside of the door, Trey ran his hands over his neatly shaved head and released a deep sigh. Mickayla was in his past. He would always have love for that girl because she was the first girl that he ever really loved. But she had messed up with him so bad, it didn't matter how much love he had for her. He didn't trust her, so they would never be together again.
When he looked towards the future, he saw Demi, not Mickayla. He saw Demi on the side of the stage at all of his shows. He saw Demi at premieres with him and as the main topic of his interviews. He saw Demi sitting on his lap and smiling at him as he wrote songs. He saw Demi walking around the house barefoot with a baby bump and a pint of ice cream. And as much as all of that stuff scared him, he liked what he saw. But the last time he had been in love, it hadn't ended well. So could anyone really blame him for not wanting to relate his real feelings to the girl on the other side of the door?
The door opened and Demi appeared with red puffy eyes, still sniffling as she looked down at Trey who was half asleep on the ground.
"Trey," she lightly nudged him with the front of her foot and he sat up a bit, rubbing his eyes and peering back up at her.
"I need to go home. My mom left rehab. I need to go home," more tears fell down her raw cheeks and Trey stood to his feet, immediately taking her into his arms. Could it get any worse than this?
