Never Been Hurt (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Demi's Pov

Still sitting on my bed with the money in my hands, I know a part of me feels sorry for Callie because she is so obviously in pain but the other part of me was so angry at her. All I've done is try to be a good roomate and now this is how she pays me back.

I got up from my bed and walked into the bathroom and once I was done I washed my hands and came out. I walked out of the room  and down the corridor to try and find Callie with the money in my pocket.

Callie's Pov

After storming out on Demi I ran downstairs and into one of the side rooms that had a big pillow in it, I sat on the pillow curled up and I started to feel bad because of what I had done, all I had ever wanted to do was meet Demi and give her the biggest hug, she is my inspiration. But then i meet her unexpectedly and what do I go and do? I go and destroy her even more, I do the complete opposite of what I have always wanted to do.

I walked out of the room after I had wiped the tears from my face and I walked down the corridor hoping that Demi would try to find me, like she usually does.

I walked down the corridor a bit more then I heard someone call out "Callie!" 

I turned around hoping that it was Demi and smiled an inward smile when it was her, I didnt dare smile on the outside after what I had done.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"What do you mean?" I replied

"I mean, being like this" she said "One minute you are listening to my music and the next, you are wanting a room change. Which is it Callie?"

I tried to hold back the tears, what I was feeling wasn't easy to describe, let alone to tell Demi. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but saying it was a little embarrassing.

I turned away from her ansd started to walk in the opposite direction, back towards the room. This time, I kind of hoped she wouldn't follow me, and, she didn't.

I went back to the our bedroom, tore out a piece of paper from my scrap book and starting writing.

Demi's Pov

I could see that Callie was very upset, although I can't understand what is going on, I hope that she will tell someone how she feels. This isn't normal and I hope she finds a way to express herself rather than pushing people away.

She turned away from me and started walking in the direction that was back towards our bedroom, maybe she needed a little time alone? I decided that maybe she did and I didn't follow her. I went into one of the communal rooms and sat down, within minutes I was bored, not having my phone isn't fun. 

I turned on the TV as I didn't have any therapy sessions for another 4 hours and when we didn't have therapy, we were aloud to do virtually anything. I watched a couple of TV programmes and then decided that Callie had been alone long enough, I decided to go back to the room.

When I got back to the room, Callie wasn't there, I sat on my bed and happened to look at my pillow, there was a piece of paper folded in two on my pillow. On the outside of the folded bit it said "Dear Demi"

I opened up the paper and began to read:

"Dear Demi,

I don't know quite how to say this, you will probably read this and think that I'm being really stupid but I need to tell you. Somehow writing it down for you to read was a lot easier than telling you face-to-face so I wrote you a letter.