CHAPTER 17- What happened to us?         

Demi's POV 

          I followed Wilmer into the bedroom and shut the door behind me. Immediately, he began to unpack his things from New York. I sat cross legged on the bed, silently watching him. After a few minutes, he sighed. 

"What do you want." I shrugged, even though his back was to me and suddenly felt extremely small, and vulnerable. 

"What happened to us Will?" Even though I knew it was coming, I still flinched at his harsh reply. 

"You."  

I nodded, and felt a lump in my throat as a tear ran down my face. After a few minutes, Wilmer turned around when I didn't reply, his face softened for a second, then went back to annoyance. 

"Don't start with the tears, we've already gone down that road."  

I sighed, and scrubbed at my cheeks with the heel of my hand. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help it.... I just miss you alot." 

He snorted, "You see me everyday." 

I shook my head, "Not like that, I know I see you. But... I don't know, I don't feel you like I used to. In the past I would just look at you and know when you're angry or scared, or happy and no matter what I was so happy that we were in tune with each other. You could read me like an open book, and still can. But with you.... it's like you've closed the book and locked it. I never know what you're thinking or feeling, it sucks." My voice cracked at the last word and I saw his eyes grow less dark. 

"That's not true, I'm always open with you." 

I ran a hand through my hair, "Really? When's the last time you even touched me Wilmer? We used to crave each other's touch. A hand on my back, or your lips on my cheek meant the world to me, and now it just seems like a charade when we're in public." 

Wilmer shook his head, "That's because you've got the public wrapped around your finger, the 'perfect family' of Hollywood. Remember the time when you were actually honest with your fans?" 

"I am honest with them." The lie from my mouth was like a reflex, and I hated it. 

"Sure you are Demi, why don't you tell them how we missed our daughter's birthday? Or how Izzy cried herself to sleep at night when you're not home?" My head bowed and he nodded, "You think you're honest with them? Please. You feed them every lie in the book. You wanna know why I don't touch you? Because I'm disgusted with you. My friends ask em why I'm still married to you, and you know what? I can't even give them an answer. They're confused with my belief that someday you'll look behind you and see me desperately trying to pick of the pieces of the disaster you left behind." 

Tears were now streaming down my face, "You don't want to be married?" 

His voice lowered, the desperate man finally breaking through as he too sat on the bed, placing his head in his hands, "I don't know what I want anymore." 

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BOOM. 

        I yelped as struggled to squeeze my hands over my ears tighter as the lowest hit on thunder yet sounded. There was a huge storm happening, the ones that California is famous for, and I hated it. The storms always made me freak out when I was a teenager, and my dad would always be there to comfort me. As I grew up, Wilmer was there. But now, I had no one. There hadn't been one this bad in a while, since before Wilmer and I started growing apart. 

       Suddenly, the door opened, and Wilmer stepped into the room. He'd been sleeping on the couch but was quiet as he got under the covers. I let out a strangled sob as I scrambled onto his body, clutching at his t-shirt. 

"Shh Demi, it's okay. I've got you." I allowed my head to drop between the crook of his neck and his shoulder, letting his soft murmurs calm me down. Soon, my breathing evened out and I felt his arms tighten around me. 

"Are you asleep?" I didn't answer, curious as to what he would do. To my surprise, I felt his lips press against my forehead. 

"Yes baby, I still want to be married." 

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