Demi Lovato, the Disney star who went crazy. She was admitted into rehab at 18 for self harm, and eating disorder, drug addiction and alcohol addiction. At 19, she's trying to make her way back into the spotlight after rehab, while promoting this 'n...
My dads best friend, who liked joining in on the pain. All those nights they sneaked into my room. Personally invaded me. Took my innocence. Raped me.
I back up slightly in fear, I walk backwards before feeling myself bump into someone. "Sorry," I say and look behind me. It was Dallas, she glares at me then walks off. What happened to my supportive older sister? She always protected me.
I see a packet of cigarettes lying on the floor, after falling out of a woman's handbag. It wouldn't hurt to slightly just take the edge off all of this? I pick them up and sneak one in my pocket, along with the lighter in the pack. "Excuse me ma'am, I think you dropped these." I say politely and pass her the pack. "Thank you so much," She smiles at me and walks away.
I sneak out the back and make my way into an ally way. I reach for the cigarette and light it. I inhale the smoke and blow it back out for the first time in a couple years, it felt amazing. I forgot how much this took your mind of everything for a minute. Even though cigarettes aren't that strong, it still helps me relieve some stress.
I feel a clammy hand grip around my wrist and before I can talk his other hand springs over my mouth. I struggle and squirm around but it's no use, he's too strong. He takes me to a back stairwell of this hotel apartment block. He picks me up and carries me up a few floors and he runs into a hotel room.
He removes his hand from my mouth, but before I can talk I feel another thing over my mouth; duct tape. He pushes me back on to a bed, and I keep trying to get up but his strength overpowers me. He's just waiting for me to get tired from struggling and squirming. I see his face, it's the same guy from the funeral. The guy who raped me multiple times from the age of 5 to 14.
He tugs of my blazer and I feel his hand reach up my back and unzips my dress, this can't be happening. He tugs down on my dress leaving me just in my underwear. "Demetria, gotten fatter since the last time I saw you, aye?" His voice makes me want to vomit.
He reaches under me and grabs and squeezes my ass, "Lucky for me, you're a lot curvier, though." Tears stream down my face.
He unclasps my bra and cups my breasts in his hands, still sitting directly on top of me, practically suffocating me. He tugs on my panties making me squirm even more, but it was no use. My panties were already dangling at my feet.
He unzips his trousers and you can guess what happens next, he violates me again. I have no say, from the duct tape covering my mouth. He gets up off me, leaving me paralysed on the bed for a second. "Tell anyone about this, and you dead next time." He says in his husky voice and flees the room.
I slowly sit up in pain. I slowly reach for my clothing and get changed. I'm in so much pain I feel like I can barely move. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, my hair is an absolute mess, and I've got duct tape covering my mouth. I slowly tare it off, leaving me with red over my mouth. I just look disheveled.
I reach for my bag and pull out my phone. I have a lot of texts,
From: Dally<3 Wow. Seriously Demi. You skip ur fucking fathers funeral? That's low, I know ur a bitch but I didn't thing u would ever sink this low. I've never been more disappointed in my life.
From: Kel<3 How was it DemDem? How are u and Dallas did u work things out? Stay strong love u xx
From: PauPau<3 Are you okay D? How is it x
From: Mom x Demetria? Leaving your fathers FUNERAL? Seriously you need to grow up, you'll regret not going to the funeral for the rest of your life.
From: Nialler<3 Hey Demsy, just wanted to check in. How the funeral, are u okay? Ttyl love u xx
From: Max Hey Demi I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Max sent that, 13 minutes ago! I rush outside and see Max's car trying to stay out of everyone's way and I see Max's car. I run up and jump inside. "Demi What happened? You look.." Max says, trying to put it nicely. "I'm fine Max, just been a long day."
I curl up on the seat and go to sleep, trying to not focus on the pain I'm in.
"Demi?" Max says. My eyes flutter open, and I move my legs down wincing. "We're here, I'll see you later Demi, text me if you need anything." Max says nicely.
I make my way into the building at 4:15, the shoot started at 4. I see Kelly and she runs up to hug me, I flinch back and wince. "Dem what happened?" She said looking at my appearance.
"Tell anyone about this, and you dead next time."
That phrase won't stop ringing in my ears. "Dem? Demi? DEMETRIA?" Kelly says trying to get my attention. "Sorry, I zoned out. It's just been a long day."
I make my way over to hair and makeup, trying to disguise my limp. I get hair and makeup done, covering up my red pitch around my mouth from the duct tape. I go to my stylist to sort out clothing. Luckily my stylist agreed on a long sleeve, high neck navy blue and black skater dress, covering the bruises from me being pinned down and my scars. She pared it with a large gold necklace.
I make my way out of my dressing room and Kelly comes up to me. "Hey I've been looking for you, they want you for your single shoot,"
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We finish up with the shoot and make our way back to the hotel, we all go to our own rooms to pack our stuff for leaving tomorrow, because we won't have time in the morning and we have auditions in the morning.
