Shattered Promises

thirty one.

        "Because we both know that you're stronger than that."

        I just stared back at her, with no emotion in my face. That's what I thought too. I thought I'd never turn into this because nothing ever got to me, I never got offended easily. But, guess what? That changed, didn't it?

        "I.." I tried, but my eyes fell to the floor. I didn't know what to say. I really didn't feel like being vulnerable in front of her, but I really didn't feel like being a bitch right now either. 

        "That's not true." I said quietly, my eyes slowly looking back up at Demi.

        She shook her head at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the bed. She made me sit down beside her. 

        "Look, I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me or accept my apology, but I just want you to know that I am sorry. I was a bitch. I was being a bitch just a second ago, but whatever. I'm sorry for everything. I love you, okay? You're my baby sitter and you mean the world to me."

        "It really doesn't seem like you love me. Jesus Christ, Demi, you blamed me for everything."

        "I know, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

        "Then why didn't you?"

        "I was mad. And I still am mad, but now I feel like shit because you're dealing with this. I didn't have anybody when I was younger, and now you're going through it, I feel like I should be there for you."

        I huffed. "You said you didn't care if I needed help. You told me not to call if you if I ever needed anything. And when I did call you, you hung up on me."

        "I know I did, and I feel like shit because I did. Honestly, Dani, I'm so sorry."

        I didn't reply. Instead, I just stared down at my lap, my mind beginning to run.

        After a few moments, Demi held her hand out and I glanced up at it.

        "Let me see," She spoke softly, her eyes glistening. 

        "See what?"

        "Your arm." 

        My heart dropped and my breath hitched in my throat. No. She couldn't see them. I refuse for her to actually see them. I don't trust her. She might tell someone. Or it could trigger her.

        "No," I shook my head. My hands began trembling with fear. "You could get triggered." 

        "I won't, and if I do, I can fight it, okay? Just let me see."

        She gently picked up my hand and I gave in. She slowly pushed my sleeve up and I saw sadness wash over her face. 

        "Why?" 

        "It doesn't matter."

        "It does matter."

        I sighed.

        "Talk to me."

        I shook my head, pulling my arm away from her grasp.

        "I don't want to talk about it."

        "I understand. But you need to talk about it one day."

        "Yeah," I nodded.

**

        I pressed my ear against Demi's bedroom door, listening at what her and Dallas were talking about. 

        "I have noticed it, I just never said anything." I recognized the voice as Dallas'.