Torn

Chapter 28

Demi's POV

I held Annie that night so tightly it was like holding us both together. We both well know that we're both going to fall apart very soon. I don't want Annie nor Madison to see me at my weakest so that's why I'm doing what I am. I'm sending them both back home and Annie will stay with Marissa.

As Annie clenched her fists around my shirt I began thinking of how I will tell her goodbye. How? Will I even be able to? What would be the easiest way?

No ways the easiest.

Not saying goodbye is the easiest. Even though it will brake my heart, maybe not saying goodbye at all is the answer.

•••

As soon as I opened my eyes, I regretted it. I don't want to see Annie go. I don't want to. I just can't have her around when I'm like this.. It would be setting a horrible example.

Knock knock knock.

"Demi.." Caroline said, "I've delayed as much as possible.. We have to leave now."

I muttered an okay, before sadly unwrapping myself from Annie. One last thing. I put my favorite t-shirt in her bag, and took her favorite t-shirt and threw it in mine.

Walking back over to Annie, I kissed her temple. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw one of my teardrops fall onto her forehead.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl," I whispered, "I'll see you soon. I love you,"

Annie's POV

I rolled over to an empty bed, which made my heart ache and yearn even more for Demi. I didn't want to leave after her concert.

"Annie," Marissa spoke softly, walking out of the hotel bathroom, "You need to get dressed so we can leave."

"Already?" I asked, seeing it was only ten thirty.

She half smiled, "Yeah."

I shrugged, "Okay. Can we just get something to eat at the venue?"

Her smile faded before she plastered a fake one on her face and said, "Sure."

I shook it off. Marissa has been acting weird sense last night anyway. I think she thinks I don't want to go back with her. I mean, I don't, but I do. I don't because I don't want to leave Demi, but I love Marissa.

I slipped off my pajamas and put on the high waisted shorts and black top Demi had laid out for me. Not really caring, I threw my hair up in a bun.

The door opened and I felt hope rise in my chest, thinking it was Demi, but it was Madison.

"I'm ready," she said.

"Me too," I agreed.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Marissa called.

Madison walked over to my bed and sat beside me. I could tell she didn't know what to say by the tension and awkwardness that happened in the matter of three seconds.

"I know this sucks," she breathed out, "but we will be able to have movie nights at Mars and Dallas can take us shopping."

I only shop with Demi.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun.." I forced a smile on my face.

"Okay," I watched Marissa walk in, putting one earring in, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

This is the last concert I'll attend on the Demi World Tour and it makes me really sad. Like, really, really, sad. Unless I can maybe talk Mar into taking me to the last show.