Trigga😍😍💏💏: I probably won't be back tonight. Got caught up at the studio. See you in the morning.
Was she surprised? No. Was she offended? Yes. Trey had said that he had a studio session to go to yesterday at five o clock. She offered to go with him but he said that she would just be bored and it would be best if she stayed at home. It was now going on four in the morning and he still wasn't back, but he had texted her because he probably knew that she was awake.
Of course she would be awake. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he had her wrapped around his pinky finger, and no matter where he was, she would wait up for him. Why was she such a fool? Why was she so stupid? Studio sessions don't go on until four in the morning and she had the opportunity to ask where he was...yet she didn't.
Trigga was asleep next to her, cuddled into her side. Now that she really thought about it, she was sure that Trigga was just a gift that would keep her busy and occupied so that she wouldn't be constantly checking up on him. God forbid that she actually cared about him like any other girlfriend would, if she could even call herself that.
It was obvious that she wouldn't get any sleep so she went down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a container of caramel gelato and ripping it open. She also grabbed the frozen Twix bars that Trey thought she didn't know about and opened two of those to dip into her gelato.
"Hmmm," she moaned as she walked back up the stairs and into Trey's room. She turned the fireplace on for some comfort before unlocking her phone. She opened instagram and scrolled through it, liking pictures of some of her friends from medical school in Texas, some pictures of celebrities, and other stuff that made her smile.
Her smile dropped into a frown and her spoon dropped into the container of gelato as she stopped at a picture that Chris had uploaded. It was Trey with Mila J. They were all hugged up on each other and way too close for Demi's comfort. There was no caption except for a little emoji with the boy and the girl and the heart in between them.
Studio her ass. They were not at the studio. She could see a bar and a whole bunch of people behind them. Why didn't he just tell her where he was going in the first place?
Demi's snack suddenly wasn't so good anymore and she could feel her stomach twisting and churning. She bolted from the bed, unknowingly waking Trigga up, and ran into the bathroom. She practically shoved her face into the toilet as she puked everything up that she had just eaten. Those uncomfortable pains that she had been experiencing for the past month ached in her abdomen as she finished throwing up.
Trigga ran into the bathroom and tried to hop on her lap before she pulled away when it felt as if she was finally finished.
"I'm okay, bud, I'm good," Demi reassured the frazzled dog as he finally climbed into her lap and looked up at her with seemingly worried eyes. Demi flushed the toilet and stood up, rinsing her mouth out before exiting the bathroom. She grabbed her phone off of the charger and looked at the date. She was late. Of course she was late. She had been so caught up in everything that she didn't even realize that she had missed her period. At this point she wanted to do nothing more than cry.
She searched through her contacts and first dialed Trey. That was a miss because he sent her to voicemail after two rings. They would have to talk about that later.
Next she called Naya and she didn't get sent to voicemail, it just wasn't Naya who picked up. It was Sean.
"Demi, why are you calling so early in the morning?" Sean asked. She could hear the sleep in his voice and she remembered what time it was.
"I'm sorry, I'll let you get back to sleep." Demi's voice was getting thick with the tears that she was about to shed as the weight of the situation fell down on her.
"No, I was already up. What's wrong?"
"Um, I need you to go get me something from CVS," Demi answered all in one breath.
"What is it?" Sean questioned as Demi released a broken sob.
"Pregnancy tests."
It took Sean 45 minutes but he finally arrived. Demi thought she was all cried out but as soon as she saw him at the door with the tests in the bag she nearly collapsed.
"I didn't know which ones to buy," he apologized, entering the house and handing her the bag. She set Trigga down and he ran up the stairs as she headed to the bathroom by the kitchen and Sean followed her.
"Thank you so much, Sean. And I'm sorry for bringing you out of your house this early," Demi apologized as Sean shrugged.
"Where's Trey?"
"The studio, if the studio suddenly turned into a nightclub with Mila J," Demi replied as she entered the bathroom. She did her business, set the tests down, and washed her hands before she exited.
"Demi he's not-"
"I literally dropped everything for him. Everything. And what do I get in return? He's still in love with that Mickayla chick, he can't even admit his real feelings for me, he doesn't even tell me the truth. Sometimes I just feel like his little sex toy." Demi cried. Sean stood up and gathered her up in his arms, rubbing her back as she cried into his chest.
"I don't want much from him. I just want a little bit of his heart and that's it. But he can't even give me that," Demi sobbed as Sean sighed and just continued to hug her. Because what else was he supposed to do?
Demi had fallen asleep on him after crying her eyes out for thirty minutes. Sean carried her upstairs and tucked her in before leaving the house and locking the door behind him. A few hours later, Trey decided to make an appearance and his first stop was the bathroom. The closest one was by the kitchen and in his drunken haze, he stumbled past the kitchen and into the bathroom. He quickly relieved himself and went to wash his hands, but when he looked down to get some soap, he saw something that instantly made him sober up.
Seven pregnancy tests. All lined up in a row. All positive.
