Her ( Demi Lovato love story)

Bruised

Amelie’s POV:

I wake up tangled up in Demi and blush. Thank god she’s still asleep. I remove myself from her carefully. I kiss her cheek and make my way over to the bathroom and take a shower. I smile replaying last night. We had played 21 questions. I found out about her cheating ex and was confounded as to how someone could cheat on her. I asked her easy questions at first so I wouldn’t offend or anything and she told me that simple questions were boring. I found out a lot about her past and she seems a lot better now.  She’s very down to earth. She told me about crazy fans and how much she loves them and how she hates the paparazzi. I told her how my parents died in a car crash .I felt that I could confide in her. I told her how my dad was an alcoholic and it was his fault – which he caused it.  When I would talk about my life in Cali she seems genuinely interested. Even in the little things, she wanted details. I didn’t want to talk or even think about Jay and from the looks of it neither did she. The whole shower I couldn’t help but think about Her. I got dressed and went downstairs to see Maddie cooking while Demi and Dallas waited to be served. I laughed remembering Demi admitting she couldn’t cook last night. I sit across from Demi and say good morning to everyone and she blushes. I smile thinking her blush is cute. Looking at her now you wouldn’t have guessed the things she endured, but then again looking at me you wouldn’t suspect anything either. Maddie serves us and playfully jokes there wasn’t enough for Dallas. Dallas pouts and tries to steal Demi’s plate, but Demi swats her hand away laughing at her older sisters feeble attempts. Maddie decides Dallas has suffered enough and gives her a plate and tells her it was payback for hogging the blankets last night.

After breakfast everyone left Jay came back. I was nervous because I didn’t want to think of the ultimatum he gave. I especially didn’t want to think about it when there was company around. He came up to me and kissed me before I could say anything. It took me by surprise and by the time I registered what was happening he had his hands traveling up my shirt. I pull away and I shoved against him. He continued to slobber on my neck and grope me. I shove against him again. He asked what the hell my problem is and I told him I still wasn’t ready. He slapped my twice and slammed me up to the wall. I gasp as the wind is knocked out of me. He grips me and pulls me into him then throws me back to the wall. I bite me lip, not wanting to give him my tears. He yells I’m worthless and how no one could ever love me and I have a flashback of those same exact words. Those words slice through me worse than any hit or word ever could. “I’m done with you,” he tells me. After I hear his car speed off I drag myself to me bedroom and cry till sleep takes over.

I wake up hearing a knock down stairs and move to go answer the door, but quickly forget that idea when I muffle my pain filled scream with my pillow. I look at the clock and see it’s 3p.m . All of yesterday events play in my head and I clutch my pillow crying. I didn’t even hear someone come into my room, till I felt a small dip beside me. I turn to be met with brown eyes.