"So, why didn't you come over on Sunday?"
"I was actually at therapy because of the little incident at Starbucks," Demi replied as she picked at her nails. She still hadn't gone to get them done.
"Did you get officially diagnosed with anything?" Kim questioned as Demi chewed down on her bottom lip.
"First it was acute stress reaction which I guess is like the beginning stages of PTSD, but Arnold said on Sunday that it is PTSD so now he thinks that I need to go to this therapist who specifically deals with trauma and stress and stuff like that," Demi explained with a light shrug. Arnold had even prescribed her medicine but she had tossed the orange bottle into the bottom drawer of Trey's bathroom and hadn't looked at it since.
"What even happened on Sunday?"
"I can't even tell you because I really think I just blacked out. I think someone in Starbucks called the paparazzi or tweeted about my location or something so when I left it just felt like there were a million of them there and they were all surrounding me. I don't know what happened after that."
Demi didn't want to look at everyone's faces because she knew the exact look that they were giving her: pity mixed with I-wish-there-was-something-I-could-say-to-make-you-feel-better-but-I-don't-know-what. She just wanted this to be a normal night where she didn't think about how one break in had completely altered the course of her life.
"So, are you and Trey officially moved in together?" Khloe asked as she messed with her blonde ponytail.
"I don't know. He said I can stay there as long as I want but I still want my own house, but at the same time I don't...but I just-" she was cut off by the signature iPhone ringtone, so she pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw that it was Trey's assistant who usually traveled with him calling her.
"Hello?"
"Demi, don't freak out, but you need to come to Detroit. I already have the plane ready for you, you just have to get there," Alyssa said, but Demi could sense the panic that she was trying to hide in her voice, instantly making her assume the worst scenario possible. Demi knew Trey's schedule by heart so she knew he had started off in Virginia, then D.C., now he was in Michigan, and he was supposed to end the week in Vegas.
"Why, what happened?"
"I really can't say on the phone but you need to come down here, Demi. It's really bad," Alyssa breathed out as Demi felt tears spring to her eyes. She hadn't cried since the break in but just the thought of something being wrong with Trey sent her into overdrive.
"No, just tell me what's wrong," she demanded as she wiped her tears away and sucked in a deep breath.
"Trey was arrested. I called his lawyer but they've already taken him down to the jail to get booked. I don't know how much his bail is either. You really need to get down here. He didn't want me to call you because he didn't want you stressed out but I just figured it'd be even worse if you found out from somewhere else," Alyssa explained as Demi finished wiping her eyes with the back of her sweater.
"Okay, I'll be on my way in like an hour. Thanks for calling me." Alyssa barely said goodbye before hanging up the phone. Demi combed her fingers through her hair before stuffing her phone into her back pocket and standing up.
"I have to go. I'll text you guys later and explain what's going on. I'm sorry," she rambled before calling for Batman and Robin.
It was like they could sense something was wrong because they immediately got into their carrier and Demi zipped it up before shouldering her duffel bag again, quickly hugging everyone with the promise of explaining the situation to them before leaving the house and climbing back into the car. Thank God, the airport wasn't that far away.
