The Consequence of a Dream

Ch. 2

Phoenix's pov

As I feel the pain in my arm, my lower region, my ribs, and face, I'm brought out of my sleep. I sit up on the tile floor biting my lip to keep from crying in pain. Crying will only lead to more abuse for crying.

I slowly get up from the floor despite my body begging me to stop moving. I walk back to my bedroom and grab the Tylenol from my nightstand and wash a few pills down with my spit. I the toss them onto my bed and walk to my closet and grab my suitcase.

I'm not going to be able to sleep anyway, might as well pack tonight right? Right.

I quietly unzip my suitcase and put my pills of Tylenol in it first. I then grab my first aid kit and put that in it. I'll need it, there's no way I won't be slitting my body on this tour. Not after the comments I've already read on social media about me. I know that her fans won't shy away from telling them to my face.

I walk to my closet and just grab all my sweatpants, jeans, and sweatshirts. I won't be able to wear anything but. I have to keep my body hidden. I can't hide the bruises, scars, or burns any other way.

With my clothes folded and packed I grab my laptop and charger and put that into my suitcase. I may not be in school now, but I will be by the middle of the tour. I do online school, I mean of course I do. I can't go to public school when my father abuses me. I'm to stay hidden so he doesn't get caught. It's why I can't believe he said yes to this. But I guess 4 months away from me was too good of a deal to pass with how much he hates me.

I put my phone charger into my suitcase and grab my song writing journal and throw that in along with my others. I don't know what my dads plans will be once I leave, but I wouldn't doubt him throwing my music into a fire as one of them.

I continue to pack until the chores done and I then just get started on my makeup for this morning. It's not until I do that when I see the time on my alarm clock that reads 5am.

I let out a deep breath not surprised. I'm sure I have a concussion and it did leave me to sleep a while. If I could sleep now, I would. But it's too late to attempt to now. I wish I could, I just want to escape the pain I'm in anyway I can. Sleeping is really the only way I can.

I stare in the small mirror on my nightstand and apply layers of make up in a desperate attempt to hide the bruising and slight swelling of my face. Something I do often. I rarely don't get to wear make up. Not with how much my dad forces me to get him things...

I finish my make up to the best of my abilities and I stare at the small mirror and I think I've hidden the bruising well. I can't see any purple, blue, red, or green on my skin, so that's a win.

I put all my make up into the zip lock back and put it in the front zipper part of my suitcase too lazy to open my suitcase again.

I put my phone on the charger needing to charge it up and I then just sit on my bed. I can get changed in an hour. Demi won't be here until 7, so it's fine.

I grab my iPod from the nightstand and just watch YouTube to pass time by. Once an hour is up, I get chanced and head to the bathroom. I pull the gauze off my arm and see the cuts at least stopped bleeding. But it's not at all scanned over. It's still open and I have a feeling that it'll be a few days before it closes. But I can't add gauze on it again. It's better to leave it open. If my sleeve lifts, it'll be noticeable to see gauze than a cut. It's less likely the cut will be seen. No need to bring attention to it with gauze.

Now that I'm dressed, I check my phone to see a text from Demi.

Demi: We're on our way, I know the plan was 7. I'm sorry to pick you up early, but we rechecked the time we were supposed to fly, and we've got to bump things up a bit to be there in time for the flight.

Phoenix: it's fine. just text me when you get here. my dad hate to work super late last night, I'll leave a note before I leave. i don't want to wake up him up.

Demi: alright.

I quietly pick my suitcase off my bed and pull my phone off the charger and put the charger in my pocket. I grab my earbuds and walk to the living room quietly.

When I hear the ding of my phone is when I walk out of the house quietly. I put my phone in my pocket as the guy I know as Demi's body guard takes my suitcase. Demi gives me a smile, "You ready?" She asks.

I fake a smile and nod, "Yeah."

I follow her to the car as Max puts my suitcase in the back. Demi opens the car door and gets beside nick and I get in after her and close the door behind me. I put my seatbelt on and then pull my phone out of my pocket as max gets into the drivers seat.

For me, the drive was nothing but awkward and uncomfortable. I keep silent not really knowing what to say or do. But being in a car full of people I know know is far from easy. So I'm more than happy to get to the airport where I won't be crammed in such a tight space with 4 other people.

I follow behind Demi and see max get my suitcase, "Is this your first time on a plane?" Demi asks.

I give a small nod, "Are you nervous?" She asks.

I don't have much to loose if all goes wrong. The only thing I'd loose is my abusive dad and that's not much of a loss quite honestly. So no, I'm not nervous to any degree.

I shake my head as I follow her up the steps of the small private plane, "Really? That's good. I was a bit nervous on my first plane ride." She says.

"I'm ok." I say quietly

"You can sit beside me, do you want the window seat?" She asks.

I give a small shrug, "I think you should take the window seat. It's your first time on a plane, you gotta have the window seat." Nick says.

Demi motions for me to walk to the seat and I just do as I'm told. I don't really think the smart move is to disobey what they are telling me when I'm on their tour. Nor do I think it's a good idea when I don't know their temperament level either.

I sit at the window seat and Demi takes the seat beside me. Nick sits across from me and once Phil and max get on the plane, Phil sits beside Nick. Max sits at the chair at the other window seat.

"So Demi, have you talked to Phoenix about her job on the tour?" Phil asks.

Demi turns her head to me as I stare at the table only inches away from me. I can't make eye contact right now.

"Not yet. I was going to wait until I got home to go into more depth. I wanted to be able to sit down and talk and explain over just throw all the information at her. It's a lot to process and I wanted to make sure we could talk about it and her ask me questions. It didn't feel like a over the phone conversation. She's 14, but she's capable of getting a setlist together and working with my band and getting ready in a week. If she can produce a song, record it, edit the YouTube video in a week, I'm pretty confident she can work with my band and get everything ready in a week." Demi says.

"Well rehearsals continue tomorrow." Phil says.

"I'm aware." Demi says.

"And we've got press to do." Phil adds.

Demi sighs, "I'm aware, I'll talk to her before tonight Phil."

Do they realize I'm right here and can still hear them? Or is that something they don't realize? Because they are talking about me as if I can't hear. This is slightly uncomfortable to be quite honest. I really hope that it won't be this uncomfortable for 4 months...