"But I-"
"I don't even want to hear your excuses. You wanna know why he called me and asked me to come and get you? Because he knew that if he sent your dad, he wouldn't yell at you because of the relationship you guys have and because of what has happened in the past. But you know what? I don't give a fuck! It's damn near three in the morning and I just had to bail you out of jail because you decided to assault a pregnant woman! Do you know the fucking strings I had to pull to make sure she wouldn't press charges? Do you know how fucking hard it is to get in contact with Robert Shapiro AT ALL, nonetheless three in the morning?" Kris continued, speeding up a little bit more as Demi combed her fingers through her hair. Clearly Kris was not going to let her get a word in. Maybe she shouldn't have fought Elysandra but Kris didn't even know the whole story.
"I'm sorry," she pathetically mumbled as Kris just shook her head.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You need to do some soul searching because I have had it with you. I understand you've been going through a lot and you can blame whatever you want or whoever you want but you need to get your shit together. And I mean it, Demi. If you don't get yourself together, you may not have had to go to rehab the first time but I will personally drop you off at a nice little rehab center myself if you don't get it together. Do you understand me?" Kris threatened as she pulled into Trey's driveway. Demi took her seatbelt off but before she could get out of the car, Kris yanked her back by her wrist.
"I said do you understand me?" She repeated, causing Demi to slowly nod her head. She had never even been this scared of her own mother before, but after this little car ride, Demi knew not to cross Kris again.
"Good. Call me in the morning and let me know what's going on. I'll handle the media and you better stay out of the tabloids for at least the rest of the week. Get out," Kris demanded, finally letting her go.
Demi exited mumbled a "thanks" before exiting the car and walking to Trey's front door. She was about to open it until she realized that she didn't have her phone or purse, which meant she didn't have the code to his garage or the key to his house. So, she just had to take her chances and ring the doorbell.
Surprisingly, a few minutes later the door opened but Trey didn't seem happy to see her at all. Demi didn't blame him but honestly, was what she did that bad? Elysandra was sitting there calling her crazy so how did she think she was going to react? Just sit there and give her the resting bitch face? No.
"Hey," she shyly greeted as she closed the door behind her.
But Trey didn't say anything. Instead he went upstairs and into his room, and since she really wanted to shower she followed him. She hated the silent treatment. Especially from Trey. His silent treatment always made her feel like shit.
"You can sleep and shower in the guest room. I already put your stuff in there," he said before she could even walk into the bathroom.
"Seriously?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him as she faced him.
"I'm not about to do this with you."
"Do what? Talk? You not talking to me isn't going to solve shit! I'm sorry for fighting her but she was just sitting there talking shit and-"
"Demi, I don't care what she was saying to you. You are a grown ass woman and she's pregnant. Whether it's my baby or not you crossed a line tonight!"
"Whether it's your baby or not? So, you're saying there's chance it could be your baby meaning you're a fucking liar and you actually did sleep with her!" Demi seethed as Trey threw his hands up.
"That came out wrong. All I'm saying is she's pregnant and you assaulted her. You ripped two of her braids out of her head and twisted her wrist all because of words! That doesn't seem a bit illogical to you?"
