Demi's POV
I held Annie that night so tightly it was like holding us both together. We both well know that we're both going to fall apart very soon. I don't want Annie nor Madison to see me at my weakest so that's why I'm doing what I am. I'm sending them both back home and Annie will stay with Marissa.
As Annie clenched her fists around my shirt I began thinking of how I will tell her goodbye. How? Will I even be able to? What would be the easiest way?
No ways the easiest.
Not saying goodbye is the easiest. Even though it will brake my heart, maybe not saying goodbye at all is the answer.
•••
As soon as I opened my eyes, I regretted it. I don't want to see Annie go. I don't want to. I just can't have her around when I'm like this.. It would be setting a horrible example.
Knock knock knock.
"Demi.." Caroline said, "I've delayed as much as possible.. We have to leave now."
I muttered an okay, before sadly unwrapping myself from Annie. One last thing. I put my favorite t-shirt in her bag, and took her favorite t-shirt and threw it in mine.
Walking back over to Annie, I kissed her temple. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw one of my teardrops fall onto her forehead.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl," I whispered, "I'll see you soon. I love you,"
Annie's POV
I rolled over to an empty bed, which made my heart ache and yearn even more for Demi. I didn't want to leave after her concert.
"Annie," Marissa spoke softly, walking out of the hotel bathroom, "You need to get dressed so we can leave."
"Already?" I asked, seeing it was only ten thirty.
She half smiled, "Yeah."
I shrugged, "Okay. Can we just get something to eat at the venue?"
Her smile faded before she plastered a fake one on her face and said, "Sure."
I shook it off. Marissa has been acting weird sense last night anyway. I think she thinks I don't want to go back with her. I mean, I don't, but I do. I don't because I don't want to leave Demi, but I love Marissa.
I slipped off my pajamas and put on the high waisted shorts and black top Demi had laid out for me. Not really caring, I threw my hair up in a bun.
The door opened and I felt hope rise in my chest, thinking it was Demi, but it was Madison.
"I'm ready," she said.
"Me too," I agreed.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Marissa called.
Madison walked over to my bed and sat beside me. I could tell she didn't know what to say by the tension and awkwardness that happened in the matter of three seconds.
"I know this sucks," she breathed out, "but we will be able to have movie nights at Mars and Dallas can take us shopping."
I only shop with Demi.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun.." I forced a smile on my face.
"Okay," I watched Marissa walk in, putting one earring in, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," I sighed.
This is the last concert I'll attend on the Demi World Tour and it makes me really sad. Like, really, really, sad. Unless I can maybe talk Mar into taking me to the last show.
I bent over to grab my charger.. But it was missing. "Marissa, where's my charger?"
"Oh, I grabbed it for you."
Weird.
"Oh.. Okay. Thanks."
We all trudged out of the hotel and into the black SUV that was waiting for us.
I sat at the far right with Marissa in the middle and laid my head on the window, watching all the cars go by. Why do I have to leave? Why can't she just.. Be okay again. She was fine literally yesterday. Maybe I can do some convincing after the concert and she'll let me stay.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, I became bored. "Isn't the venue only, like, ten minutes away?"
Silence. K then.
I slightly bounced my head against the window, trying to come up with something to entertain me.
I went to window watching again and saw a sign up ahead that read something about turning left at the intersection for the airport.
We'll be going that way later.
I was just about to consider napping, when we turned left.
"W-we're going to the venue, right?"
Silence.
I turned my head to look at Marissa, "Right?"
She continued to just stare at me with blank expression and it was pissing me off. Were not leaving right now. We can't. We're not leaving until tonight.
"Dammit Marissa, answer me." I snapped.
"We're.. We're going home."
"What?!" But Demi! I didn't say goodbye. "I didn't get to say goodbye! Marissa we have to turn around!"
I'm desperate! I just need them to turn around. At this point, I don't even care if we leave tonight as long as I get to tell Demi bye.
"Madison, did you know about this?!"
"Uh... Well... I-"
"Demi is going to be pissed off at you guys when she finds out!" I yelled, realizing that Demi wouldn't let this happen. This is basically kidnapping.
"It.. It was her idea, Annie." Marissa is so calm it's scary. Her idea?! Are you fucking serious?!
I slumped in my seat. I give up. Demi wants me gone. It's final. Who cares.
I laid my head against the window and felt tears prick my eyes. Why would Demi do that to me? I need her and she let me go without a goodbye. I'm mad at her. I don't know why, but I'm mad at her.
"We're here, ladies." The driver said.
Marissa thanked him and I took the time to get out. Without a doubt, my suitcase was in the back. Cooleo.
Marissa handed it to me and i took the handle in one hand while using my other hand to pull the sunglasses over my eyes. No one is going to see me upset. I'm unfazed.
At least that's what i want Demi to think.
We boarded the plane without any other words besides Marissa talking to Madsion every now and then and where she told us to go. I even got the window seat. Bitches.
I hit my lock button long enough to see I had a few text messages from Demi before I swiped my finger a cross the "slide to power off" button. If she doesn't want to say goodbye or talk to me, I feel the same way.
••
When we landed in California, it was gloomy and dark, twinning my mood.
In the matter of a half hour we already dropped Madison off and then headed to Marissa's.
"Are you mad at me?" Marissa asked.
I sighed, "No. I'm mad at Demi."
"Why? She was only trying to make it easier for you."
"Well, she didn't."
"But-"
"I don't know why I'm mad, okay? I just am." I snapped.
Marissa looked appalled. I shouldn't of snapped at her especially after all she's done for me.
"Mar, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of-"
"Annie," she laughed, "It's okay.. I know you're upset. It was a shitty thing to do, but we both kinda expected you to talk her out of it."
I faintly smiled and nodded, knowing it was true. That was my plan, after all.
When we pulled into Mars, I grabbed my suitcase out of the back and followed her inside.
"I know you'll be sleeping with me, but you can just put your stuff in the guest bedroom." She spoke as I followed her up the stairs.
I turned left and opened the guest bedroom door, tossing my suitcase on top of my bed. Deciding against shutting Marissa out, I walked to her room.
Her room was a total disaster. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, her sheets were half on- half off and it was literally crazy.
"Marissa! What happened to your room? Where's your floor?"
She turned to look at me and said, "A potato flew around my room before you came, excuse the mess it made.."
I let a giggle fall out of my mouth at Marissa's comeback from the vine. I will admit, I did laugh a little to hard.
"See, I am funny!" Marissa said.
"Occasionally," I joked, flopping down on what I think was once her bed.
"Annie," Marissa said, "Someone's on there way over to see you.."
"Who?" I asked. Conner? Demi?
"Wilmer. He said he'll be over in ten."
Chaos. My life is a bunch of chaos.