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Demi's POV
"It's like I'm speaking fucking China to you people!" I spat through my teeth.
"Well, first offs, it's Chinese not China," Caroline states, clearly annoyed, "and two were just trying to help you. That's what you wanted and that's what we wanted to do, so calm down,"
I looked around my dressing room at Caroline, Holly, and Jill. It's like an intervention. Okay, yes, I wanted them to talk through things with me because obviously I don't have a therapist on the road with me.
Annie called me bawling a few hours ago begging me to come home and it literally shattered my heart into tiny pieces. Now, I don't know what's worse; her ignoring me like she did the first couple days or her sobbing and pleading to just be with me.
"I.. I can't do this anymore," I said, staring down at my hands and I pictured Wilmer's slipping into them, his thumb caressing the back of my hand, "I don't think I can go much longer without Wilmer or Annie.."
"Oh good lord," Holly muttered under her breath.
"Again, you literally have three days left!" Jill said, "Do you not think I miss my kid when I'm on tour with you? He doesnt even come with me! I have to go months sometimes without hugging him or tucking him in to say goodnight! So, hell yeah, call me crazy but if I can go months you sure as hell can go three fucking days!"
I felt guilty and embarrassed. I.. Feel horrible. I should've put in Jill's perspective, but I didn't. This doesn't change anything expect the fast I have a huge brick on my chest.
"Jill, I'm sorry I-"
"Actually, I don't think I'm doing much help and I'm going to go get something to eat,"
Jill muttered, starting for the door.
"Wait, Jill-"
"No," she slightly laughed, "If I stayed we all know I'd say something I shouldn't,"
With that, I let her go. What would she have said? What could she have possibly said to make me so pissed off?
"Listen, Demi, some moms would love to just get away from their kids for a while. What's going on is a dream come true for some people," Caroline said.
I scoffed, "Its definitely not mine. It's a nightmare,"
Holly cleared her throat and stood up, "Okay, here's my final thought about this for today. I think I speak for all of us, including Jill, when I say we all love Annie like she's our own. She's the most beautiful, kind hearted, and free spirited person ever. Like, ever ever. She's my tour buddy and I honestly have no idea what I'd do without her. But there comes a time for family and there comes a time for work. You need to know when to push family to the back of your head and work."
Oh my gosh obviously she doesn't get it. I'm so done trying to explain it to them how I feel. No one understands and I feel so alone.
"I'm done. Thanks for the therapy session guys," I replied sarcastically.
I heard Holly and Jill sigh and basically felt them rolling their eyes as I walked out of the room. Maybe some exercise and a few laps around the arena will get my mind off of everything.
Annie's POV
Is there a name for a fear of constantly being scared or unsafe when a certain person isn't with you? If there isn't, I'm coming up with one. Fuck it.
I'm so scared of jinxing stuff. Im scared that if I keep telling myself Demi is coming home soon, she wont. Like something bad will happen to her. So, I keep telling myself negative stuff so she'll come home. I'm not sure if there's a name for that phobia, though.
Knock knock knock.
Considering I'm in Marissa's room and this is Marissas house, I'm not sure why she's knocking.
"Hmm," I hummed as a 'come in' noise.
The door opened and I heard someone shuffle in, "If you looked up mess in the dictionary, your picture would be in there,"
I looked over and saw Wilmer hovering at the end of the bed and I rolled my eyes, "Please leave,"
Why is he even here?
"Yeah, no can do," Wilmer said, "Come on, we're going to do whatever teenage girls like to do,"
I'm so not in the mood to do teenage girl things with a middle aged man.
"I'd rather not," I muttered.
"Oh my go- you haven't moved for so long, your eyes are leaking black stuff. Now that's just gross!" He said, referring to my mascara running.
"You're not funny," I said.
"Okay, seriously though, go get dressed," he said, trying to act stern, "and go get a shower because I smelled your pits when I pulled in,"
"Wilmer, I don't want to leave,"
"Well, shit balls," he sighed, "I guess I'll just have too..."
All of a sudden I felt hands wrap around my feet and start pulling me, "Okay! Wilmer, fu- Wilmer! I'm up! I'll get up!"
He sighed in satisfaction and started walking towards the door, "Be down in fifteen!"
•••
"So," Wilmer said, backing out of the driveway, "Whatcha wanna do today?"
"Lay in bed," I said, looking out the window, "but I can't because this random man pulled me out of it,"
"Man," he breathed out, "that's sucks. He must be a douche."
You don't even know.
"Wanna go get something to eat?"
"Nope,"
"Great!" He said excitedly, "Mexican it is!"
"How ironic,"
"That would've been really funny," he smiled looking over at me, "To bad I'm not Mexican,"
I shrugged and kept my gaze out the window, "Close enough,"
I'm scared that if I enjoy spending time with Wilmer I'll feel guilty. I'm not sure why. I wish it would go away. The feeling! Not Wilmer. Well, both would be nice.
"For real though," he said, breaking the silence, "Do you need anything? I could take you back to school shopping but you'll probably want to wait for Demi to get home,"
"I want to wait for Demi," I said confidently, "but no thanks. I don't need anything,"
"Are you sure? That makeup you were wearing this morning wasn't really working for you,"
I turned even more away from Wilmer so he wouldn't see the smile I'm trying to hide, "You're such an ass,"
I could literally feel him smirking.
About ten minutes later, we're sitting in the Mexican restaurant. Lord. Help. Me.
"So," Wilmer said, scanning the menu, "Are you excited for softball tryouts?"
"Softball tryouts?"
"Well, I know your school starts the try outs and stuff soon,"
I haven't gave softball tryouts much thought.. I knew conditioning would be soon, so I really should start getting prepared. Oh well.
"Oh, yeah, I guess," I said.
I haven't talked to Demi at all today and it's literally killing me. Demi has a day full of press right up till meet and greet so I know she's super busy.
Gosh, I really should start hitting for softball soon. Maybe Madison will come help me out and-
Wilmer gave out an exhausted sigh and plopped his menu down, "Okay, kid. I know you miss Demi a lot but you don't have to mope around all the time- both of you don't have to mope around. She'll be home soon."
Woah. I was to shocked to even say something back, so I just sat there.
"Listen, I didn't mean for that to come off rude," he sighed, "but I don't know why you and Demi have to be depressed about it,"
"We're not depressed!" I snapped.
I am not depressed and Demi sure as hell isn't depressed. Demi doesn't have the time or anything of that matter to be depressed. I don't know what I would do if Demi fell back into depression. Sorry, touchy subject.
"It's okay to be sad.." He said softly.
I ignored him.
I pulled my phone out and googled, "What is it called when you're constantly in fear when a certain person isn't by your side?"
What am I even scared of?
I googled it anyway.
But there was no phobia and there was no name for anything.
It's just me. I'm alone.