Hopeless Love (demi lovato lesbian fanfic)

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Eva's pov

I slowly let the news sink in. So in fact Demi's still a stripper. In fact Demi has lied to me. I take a deep breathe before I speak: "So you lied to me?"

"No Eva" Demi's fore-head wrinkles "I wanna get rid of it but it's not that easy. You probably understand that."

"No I don't understand that at all. You lied to me. You said you were done with being a whore, but yet you're still one." I yell.

"I am not a whore." Tears are forming in Demi's eyes as she whispers it but at this point I don't care.

"Oh come on Demi be a little realistic. How many women have you slept with? How many have you pleasured in these last six years? A thousand? More? I don't what you think but I consider that kind of people as a whore."

"And one of those people is your girlfriend. Your girlfriend who feels dirty for being a stripper for so long but maybe she just saw that as her only option when the fame got to much." The tears are streaming down Demi's face as she's yelling at me.

"The only option? Cutting,drugs and alcohol were an option for you too and you did those things to and oh wait if the fame got to much for you, why have you just signed a new contract by a record label?" I know I'm probably hurting her but at this point I'm just to angry at her for lying to me.

"I did it for you, Eva! You don't want me to be stripper anymore so I took the fucking risk and just signed a record label just for you. It's all for you." She scream hysterically.

"And look at you: you're still a stripper."I reply as calm as possible as I park the car right before Demi's house and she steps out of it.

"How was it?" Dianna asks while she looks worriedly at Demi's red puffy eyes from crying.

"I signed a record label." Demi answers blankly.

"Oh but honey that's amazing." Dianna squeals as she hugs her daughter.

"Oh girl I'm proud of you." Eddie smiles at her.

"Yeah I can't wait to start. I gotta go upstairs." Without another word Demi turns around and walks upstairs.

"What's wrong Demi?" Dianna asks me.

I shrug my shoulders, not feeling like I have to answer her question. "I'll go after her."

Demi's pov

I finally accept my tears to fall down as I close the door of my bedroom. I sit down against the wall with my head in my hands. Eva is probably right. I'm just some dirty whore and also I lied to the my girlfriend. I slowly stand up as I let the thoughts about Eva and I's converstion sink in. The voices in my head are stronger than myself so I eventually pick up by blade. I walk to the sink and make my wrist and blade wet before pressing it into my skin. After slicing the blades a few more times I feel relieved. I turn around to grap a towel and clean up my bleed right before I hear a gasp. I look up to see Eva standing there.

"Oh ,honey, Demi I didn't..." She starts but I cut her off.

"Just don't" I put the towel around my wrist.

"Demi, I'm really sorry. I truly am, you have to believe me. I know I vulnerable you are and yet I still hurt you for no reason." Eva says as she walks towards me.

"it's really okay Eva. Just stop talking about it. You were right, okay? I'm a whore and a liar, now leave me the fuck alone." I sit myself down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone when you're in such a vulnerable state." Eva settles herself next to me "Let me get some things straight. I was hurt because you lied to me and that's why I said all the things I should've said. Demi I understand it's hard to quit but once we get back in Texas I'll go with you and see goodbye to Raphael and his club. I love you okay, just for who you are. You should always remember that and you should forget the things I told you earlier today."

"But my mind is messed up." I whisper.

"I know"Eva nods "but let me fix you." She carefully replaced the towel around my wrists and softly kisses the old and fresh cuts on my wrist, which makes me cry even harder than I already did.

"We should really go pack our stuff and leave for the airport, the plane leaves in a few hours." I tell Eva after we just sat next to each other for a few minutes.

In the next two hours we pack our stuff and say our goodbyes to my family, which is very emotional since the circumstances. They ,of course, were scared that I would again leave them for six yeas but I promised them I wouldn't and also Eva told them she would take care that we would be back anytime soon.

A taxi brought us to the airport and what happened there literally shocked the both of us. Just a few seconds after we got out of the taxi we were surrounded by men and women with cameras screaming my name.

Clearly the news that I was back from the "death" was already found out by the media.

I feel my breathing getting faster as more people were surrounding us.

"Demi were have you been all these years?"

"Demi what are you gonna do now?"

"Have you signed a new record label?"

"is there new music coming?"

"Where have you been?"

"Are you going back to acting or music?"

The media trainings from my youngers years have learnt me that I shouldn't answer these question so I tried to keep quiet as the security from the airport helps me & Eva to get throught the crowd of paparazzi.

It feels like hours before we finally get into the plane. let's not hope the same thing happens at the airport in Texas.

Eva's dad pov

"Kitty turn on the television please, it's time for the news." I order my wife and she ,of course, does as I say.

The first few items are about worldwide problems before they go over to the domestic ,American, news. Of course they talk about Obama legalizing gay rights, I wonder why I ever voted for this man. Just as I want to tell my wife to turn the television off something gets my interets. I see a girl on the screen who reminds me lot of Eva's girlfriend, or whatever that whore is to my ex-daughter.

"Lost.... Demi Lovato.... death" Is all I can hear the news reporter say before I see a very familiar turning into the screen.

"Rumors are going that this is her girlfriend, named Eva." Says the newsreporter, oh I wish I could slap that fake ass smile from his face.

Suddenly it hits me. People I know are watching the news, the pastor, other people from the church. They gonna find out I raised my daughter as a lesbian. Only thinking about it makes me already ashamed.

I slowly pick up my cell phone and dial a number.

"Hey Peter, it's Reid."

"Oh hey Reid ,buddy, long time not speaking"

"Yeah... hey I need a favor."

"For you always, mate."

"Mhm, I need you on a mission."

"Pff.. has been a long time. What's the name?"

"Demi Lovato"

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sick af but feel like I needed to update. Blame school for me not updating that often.