Stitches Itch (Demi Lovato Fanfic) (Lesbian Story)

Chapter One

Demi's POV
I stared at the screen in complete and utter shock, I had no other available emotions, shock was the only thing I could feel. For some reason I was semi convinced that this was a crazy dream and I had in fact imagined all of this. My phone was ringing off the hook with calls from my whole family, Wilmer and Phil, I swallowed my pride and answered the phone when my mom's face popped on the screen. "H..Hello ?" I stuttered, prepared for all hell to break loose. "What the fuck Demetria?" I allowed the tears I had been denying to fall down my cheeks. "Demi, Demi calm down. What is going on, is this true ?" I looked back at the screen, crying harder once it was still on. My girlfriend was currently on some talk show revealing literally everything we'd ever been through, I just wanted to curl up and die right now. "No it isn't true mom.....I don't know what's going on but this is bad" I know I didn't sound much convincing but it was what I had. I pulled my phone away from my ear when Phil's ringtone started playing. "I have to call you back mom"
"No Demi, we need--" I switched over to the other call and took a deep breath before placing the phone to my ear. "Hey Phil"
"DO NOT HEY PHIL ME, ARE YOU AWARE OF THE BULLSHIT I HAVE TAKEN FOR THE LAST TWO HOURS" I sighed and walked into my kitchen, suddenly needing a drink. "Did you fuck that girl Demi?" He asked in a quiet but serious tone. I swallowed the harsh poison thinking of my answer. "No" I simply replied. He groaned into the phone and I could imagine the wrinkles probably forming on his face. "Okay, then I've got your back. You have a interview with Ellen tomorrow at eleven,be ready" I thought of how ironic it was that I was going on Ellen of all shows. I hung up the phone and downed the rest of my drink before just grabbing the bottle and walking over to the couch. I turned off the tv and stretched out across my sofa with the bottle next to me.