"Because the same thing happened when we were at the hospital, when Trey took me there in the middle of the night. And they did an ultra sound to see if they could see if anything was wrong and there was no heart beat because the baby was already dead. And then I saw Trey's face and he was crying, and he never cries, ever, and I know he hates me because I killed our baby...it was my fault," Demi sobbed as Ella plucked another tissue from the box and handed it to her.
"Did he tell you that?"
Trey didn't say anything about the baby after the miscarriage. They barely even saw each other until she was in the hospital again after trying to overdose. Even then, they didn't talk much until she was breaking down in his arms and apologizing for killing their child. And he didn't say anything. He didn't say it wasn't her fault or that he didn't blame her, he just held her and rocked her back and forth, and kissed her temple. But he didn't say anything to go against what she kept crying about so she had assumed that he blamed her too. And she wasn't mad at him for it either.
"No, but it is my fault. I did kill our baby because I'm stupid and I don't like to eat and I spent an entire weekend away drinking wine and I'm so dumb. It's all my fault that my body wasn't strong enough. It's all my fault," she whimpered.
"Have you asked Trey to come and visit you? I heard your visitation got extended to two hours instead of one. Would you like it if he came to see you?"
"He doesn't want to see me, he hates me."
"Did you ask him?" No. But if the roles were reversed, Demi would hate him.
"How about we ask him to come down this weekend? You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, but I think it would be good for him to see you. You've made so much progress, he'll be happy to see you."
Demi wanted to object but all of her fight was gone. So, she just went along with it. That's all she could do at this point.
True to her word, on Saturday morning Demi was waiting with Ella in the visitation room for Trey to arrive. For the past two months, she had been roaming these halls like a zombie but she had actually put effort into her appearance today. She had brushed her face with makeup, curled her eyelashes, and let her hair fall down her back all pretty and wavy. Instead of sweatpants or leggings, she was wearing a nice dress that Kendall had brought for her from Paris and she felt like a teenage girl waiting with her mom for her date to pick her up and take her to the movies.
When she stopped anticipating his arrival, that was when he walked in, wearing a light blue hoodie that looked so good against his skin and a pair of jeans with white Puma shoes. He had sunglasses on as he signed in but once he had accepted his name sticker and turned around, he took them off and her breath literally caught in her throat. Ella placed a hand on her shoulder as she waved Trey over but Demi was frozen, which was ridiculous because it was Trey. She knew Trey. He knew her. They knew each other. But it still felt like they were meeting for the first time and there was so much that Demi wanted to say to him, so much she wanted him to say to her, but once he reached their table and said hi, she couldn't even open her mouth.
"Demi, why don't you take Trey on a little tour and then meet me in my office in an hour?" Ella suggested, but she was already getting up to leave so Demi figured that it was more of an order. She patted her shoulder before she left them alone and Demi fiddled with the charm bracelet that Kourtney said North and Penelope had picked out for her.
"So...how about that tour?" Trey said as he stood up, so Demi did as well, almost mechanically. He didn't even know where he was going but he still started to walk before she did, so she forced herself to follow him.
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