Demi Imagines 3.0

Energy Part 4

Demi's POV

One year ago...

I can't believe what I saw. I wish I hadn't turned down that street, but I did. I can still see the man's face as he realized he was about to die. I can still hear his voice. And I can hear the killer's voice. Screaming my name. I ran. But he saw me. It was too late. What were the chances I would run into my ex killing somebody?

I panicked and ran, my mind reeling. He could catch me before I made it to safety. I didn't know what to do. I had taken a back alleyway—I shouldn't have done that, clearly.

I run, in no particular direction. My mind can't process what's happening or what I just saw. I'm terrified. The fact that I know the person makes it all the worse.

"Demi! Wait!" His voice is close. I feel like my legs aren't moving. There isn't anywhere to hide. I'm going to die.

And that's when I feel him tackle me to the ground. I scream for a moment, but his hand immediately covers my mouth.

"Quiet. I don't want to hurt you. I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason to." His eyes seem to stare through me. 

I nod slowly. I can feel my heart beating faster than it's ever beat before. 

"Don't tell anybody what you saw tonight. I can find you easily. I can hurt the people you love." 

I feel the blood drain from my face. He sees my fear. 

"Good. You have people you love." He lets out a breath. "I know...people. They will kill everyone you've ever cared about if you say anything about today."

I nod, and he uncovers my mouth. 

"I won't hurt you unless you make me."

I nod again. He moves off me. I stand up and stagger back a few steps.

"Disappear, Demi. That's your safest bet."

———

So I do. I don't know what kind of connections he has. I don't know what he's capable of. But I know that to keep those I love safe, I have to disappear from their lives, too—especially because I called the police. I know his name. I couldn't just pretend it never happened.

———

As time passed, it became more and more apparent that he didn't seem to have connections. I heard that he had been arrested, but nothing happened afterwards, and there was no word about him being affiliated with any other criminals. But I didn't want to take the chance. Until I saw her again. All sense flew out the window as I wrote the letter and dropped it off. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Maybe it was selfish. And maybe she would hate me for it.

———

Your POV

Present day...

I listen to Demi tell her story. She looks at me as if I should be mad at her. But I could never be mad. I'm just so glad to see her again.

"I'm sorry," she says.

"Don't be."

"I could be putting your life at risk right this minute."

"Demi, look at me." I touch her face and meet her eyes. "You're worth it."

She smiles slightly. Her brown eyes are glimmering with unshed tears.

"I love you. I never stopped loving you," I say, and she nods.

"I love you, too." She puts her hands over mine and smiles again. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay away."

"I'm glad you didn't."

I don't know what the future holds, but I have a feeling it'll be okay. Somehow.

A/N

done! 

maybe they're both in danger still! who knows! I don't!