Addiction: A Jemi Story

Chapter 15: Warning

Demi's POV

For some reason I can't detach myself from Joe, I don't want to be left alone or be away from him. Luckily he understands, he says that with me being with him makes him not get angry so easily at the two men. He has a murderous look every time he thinks about them. It scared the heck out of me, seriously. We pretty much just hang out in his room all day, every now and then going downstairs to get something to eat. We stay in our pajamas all day which is even more fun, being with him gets crap off my mind. My stress and anxiety seems to disappear, he makes me happy even though it shouldn't be possible. At the end of the day, Joe asks me if I want to stay overnight again. I say yes of course, I could spend every second of the rest of my life with him. My love for him just feels so right, every time i'm with him, it keeps getting better and better. I wish he would know how special he is to me, but I would never tell him until i'm sure he'll say it back to me. He really is my hero, i've actually been eating and not cutting as much. I've waited all my life for him to come, I'm sure not going to let him go anytime soon.

I wake up the next day with Joe gone, I look around and see that he's not in the room. My heart drops not wanting him to be away from me, not for too long anyways. I get out of the bed because I hear something down the hall, the door is open so I can kind of see the bathroom door in the hallway open. I walk down and look in the door to find Joe over the toilet throwing up, I inch back behind the door because I now feel sick. I wait for what seems like ten minutes before he's done. I stick my head back in to see him sitting against the wall looking like he was on the verge of dying. I walk in and grab a towel and wet it, then I sit down next to him placing it on his forehead. He looks at me and says "I don't know what happened, I felt fine yesterday. " 

" You probably just ate something bad, is anything else wrong, or are you just throwing up? " I ask hoping he will feel better soon, I don't like seeing him like this. He's breathing hard which makes me worry even more, he does not look good.

" My head hurts and I feel really hot. " he says looking green, he grabs my hand and I squeeze his.  

" Let me go get your mom, she can probably help better than I can. " I say starting to get up leaving the towel on his forehead hoping it will help somewhat. I then walk downstairs to find his mom reading New Moon on the couch, she looks up when I enter the room and smiles.  

" Good morning Demi. " she says smiling even more, she then sees the worry on my eyes and asks   " What's wrong sweetie? " 

"Joe isn't looking too good up there, he's throwing up. I'm not sure what to do. " I say feeling useless, I really wasn't good with stuff like that. Throw up...isn't my thing. She gets up and starts to walk upstairs as I trail behind her. When she sees Joe, it's like her mother mode automatically is switched on. She gets down and starts helping him immediately. We soon take Joe back to his room and lay him down in his bed setting a bowl, water, and crackers next to him. We then go downstairs so he can get some sleep, Mrs. Jonas and I then go and get breakfast. When she's making pancakes, Frankie races down the stairs jumping onto the chair at the island in the kitchen. He smiles as he sees the pancakes cooking.

" Hey Demi. " He says smiling, he was adorable. He then puts two Hot wheels on the table making them crash together. 

" Hey Frankie. " I say leaning against the counter, I wanted to help with breakfast, but Mrs. Jonas insisted that I just relaxed. Winston comes to me and we play together with his toys waiting for breakfast, I can see why Joe loves this dog so much. 

The day isn't too bad just hanging with Joe's mom, but I wish Joe was with us. Sooner or later, I say bye to Joe and his mom takes me home. When I get home, luckily my dad isn't there. I take a shower then do homework that's do tomorrow, I get bored and go downstairs to watch some tv. In the middle of some show that I never heard of before, my dad walks in scaring me. He just stares at me with dark eyes before he walks to his bedroom. I turn off the tv and start to slowly tip toe upstairs, but his voice behind me stops me.  

" Where have you been all weekend?" he asks uncapping a beer and taking a sip, is he mad at me? I thought he didn't want me in his life as much.

" At a friends house. " I lie slowly, what was his mood right now? He seems to ponder what I say staying silent, please tell me he's not drunk. I really didn't want to deal with him tonight specially if he was drunk, I would lose.

" My friends say they saw you by the movie theatre Friday night. " he says making me curious. The only people who I saw outside that night was the two men and Joe. Could the two men be...I start to shake and become very scared. 

" They told me everything Demi." he says folding his arms. What did he mean, did he know his friends tried to rape me? Was he okay with that? If he was, he has hit his low.

" My friends are not happy about that boy, they're looking for him. " he says slowly making me really start to panic, if they found Joe...I stay silent trying not to screw something up and ruin Joe's life. 

" Was he the friend you were hanging out with this weekend? " he asks surprisingly calm, was he playing with me? Would they find Joe and hurt him? I nod not meeting his eyes, he sighs and then leans up against the table sighing.  

" I'm sorry about what my friends tried to do...just warn your friend. My friends are not happy. " he says before he goes back to his bedroom. Did he just apologize? To me? What the heck was going on with him? He actually acted somewhat nice, well for him. I walk upstairs contemplating on whether I should tell Joe or not. If anything happened to him, it was all my fault. I wouldn't be able to bare it if something did happen to him, even just seeing him throwing up made me want to cry. I don't want him in pain of any sorts, I love him. I go to my room and sit on my bed, what was I going to do? I look over at my dresser next to my bed, i looked at the bottom drawer and felt an urge in me to pull what's inside of it out. So I do, I open my drawer and pull out my towel and knife that was tucked beneath clothes. I then do something I might regret in the morning. Might.