Shattered Promises

twenty five.

        "You and Demi need to sort this out. What you did was horrible, Dani and you know that. I'd punish you, but you're sixteen, you don't do much either." 

        "I know what I did was horrible! Okay, mom? I understand! I've apologized a billion times why doesn't anyone get that? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

        "Demi knows you're sorry, trust me, she does. But how do you expect her to react? If it was the other way around, you'd react the same way she did. You can't expect her to forgive you the second it happens, Dani. Give her time, alright? She'll come back around, I promise. She loves you."

        Bullshit. "Loves me? Mom, she hates me."

        "No, she doesn't, honey. She adores you. You're her little sister, she'd do anything for you."

        "Obviously you didn't hear her correctly at the airport."

        "I heard everything, baby. She was just angry, she didn't mean any of it. She loves you."

        I rolled my eyes to myself at my moms attempt to try and cheer me up. It wasn't working. Demi hated me and that's all. Why would you love someone when they did that to you? Especially since it's been all over social media for the passed three days since it happened. Demi's had news accounts tweeting her about it non-stop. There's videos online everywhere. E! News, Entertainment Tonight, Clevver News, all those type of news programs that talk about celebrities non-stop. There's been haters tweeting her and telling her that what I did was right and that she should have died when she attempted suicide. There's been hate in my mentions from her fans and giving me shit for it. Does nobody understand that, that happened years ago? Or is everyone just that stupid? Not only that it trended #1 on Twitter for three hours straight. It's literally everywhere. You turn on the TV and it's the news talking about it. You go online, and it's what everyone is talking about. I'm sorry but it's not entirely my fault. Maybe if Demi didn't flip out at me right in front of paparazzi, this wouldn't be this bad. If she wanted to flip out at me she could have done it in a less public place, or she could have just called me. Sometimes I think Demi doesn't think. And then she's going to be texting me and blaming this entire thing on me. Because it's always my fault remember? 

        "Yeah, if that was really true then she'd tell me herself." I paused and looked up at the clock. "I need to go, time for school. Bye, love you." I hung up the phone before my mom could reply.

        It was my first day back since I left for the tour and I don't know why but I have this weird feeling in my gut that when I show up there, nothing is going to go right. Everything will be bad. Plus it doesn't make it any better when I think about the text message that Connor had texted me after he blew my secret to Demi.

        wait until you come back to school... see you soon babe! :) xoxo

        Whatever is going to happen, I know I'm not looking forward to it. 

**

        "Has Demi texted you yet?" Dallas asked me as we pulled up to the front entrance of my school. 

        "No," I said, grabbing my bag. "Why?" 

        "She said she was going to." 

        I nodded but didn't say anything. 

        "She's sorry for flipping out on you."

        "I doubt that, thanks though."

        I got out of the car and shut the door behind me before Dallas drove off. I stood on the sidewalk and stared at the large familiar building in front of me. Other students that were outside were just staring at me and whispering things to their friends. It was obvious they were talking about me, I mean, I've been one of the main things online for the passed four days.