CHAPTER 24- My fault

*Trigger Warning*

Demi's POV 

   "What do you mean you're fucking going out Wilmer? She needs us!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice down so Izzy didn't hear us from her room. 

"I... I can't Demi.... I need to go for a little bit." Wilmer looked around sheepishly. 

"What the fuck Wilmer you can't just leave us?! Izzy needs you to be there for her!" 

He rolled his eyes, "She has you Demi! I just... I need time I can't be here right now!" 

His words were like a slap in the face, "And who do I have? No one? Wilmer I need you. Please stay." 

I clutched at his arm but he shook his head and stepped away. 

"I just... I can't Demi." 

"Wilmer don't do what I know you're going to do. I can't force you to stay but remember your family." 

He hung his head, but still walked out of the door. 

~*Izzy's POV*~

    I couldn't help the tears the ran down my face as I listened to my mom and dad argue yet again. 

It's all your fault you know. 

My head snapped up, oh no. 

Oh yes. We're still here. And we always will be. Mommy can't save you forever. Do you really think she cares about your little issues? HA. She's just trying to make sure you don't have a melt down that will ruin the family name more than you already have. You're a disgrace. You know what to do. 

 As if I was in a trance, I robotically walked to the bathroom that was connected to my room and locked the door. My hands automatically found the blade that was taped under the sink and I sat down on the toiler seat. The second ticked by as I examined my arm, the scars that were faded, and some not, it was almost beautiful. Time slowed- or at least in my own world it did, when I raised the silver metal and slowly dragged it across my wrist. Once, Twice, I kept going until finally the pain subsided and the numbness set in. Leaning back against the wall, I sighed in relief. The voices were finally quiet. 

"Izzy?" I jerked up, nearly dropping the blade which would of certainly made a noise that mom might've recognized.

"Um... Yeah?" I cursed as my voice cracked and I hurried to clean up my arm. 

"Are you okay in there baby?" The handle jiggled and I jumped a foot in the air. 

"Fine!" My voice ripped up an octave as I threw the blade into the toilet and flushed it down. I yanked the sleeve of my sweatshirt down and took a deep breath, looking into the mirror. 

Get your fucking shit together Izzy. 

"Iz- Oh, hi." My mom paused as I opened the door. "Are you okay honey?" 

I nodded and walked past her to sit on my bed, "I'm fine, just really tired." 

My mom smiled sympathetically, "Well get some rest, you had a rough day. I love you"

"Love you too mom."

I smiled, but it quickly dropped as she turned off the light and walked out. 

~*Demi's POV*~

 I yawned for the hundredth time as I stayed up waiting for Wilmer to get home. Finally, lights washed through the window as his driver pulled up. I watched as Wilmer staggered out of the car and up to the door. It took him a couple of tries to unlock it, but finally typed in the right passcode. I stayed on the couch as he came into the room. 

"Good afternoon." He's been worse, and that almost made me feel better. Almost. 

"I hope you know that you're sleeping in here tonight." Wilmer goofily grinned, and I couldn't help but smile back. I'd gotten alot more tolerant with alcohol. I could even manage a glass of wine every now and then at a fancy dinner. But getting drunk? Not  since I was 19. 

"Will you sleep here with me?" I shook my head. 

"That's the point of your sleeping down here, so that we don't sleep together and you wake up knowing you did something wrong even though you don't remember the night before." 

He frowned, looking like a small child who'd jst been given a complicated math problem. 

"What if we didn't sleep together. I'll go on the floor and you can have the couch." 

I sighed, and shook my head. 

"You know I can't do that." 

With a groan Wilmer sat next to me, then slowly slumped down further and further until his head was resting in my lap and he let out a snore. My nails ran through his hair as I looked down at the broken man i'd fell in love with. 

"What the hell are we going to do?" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's a little fluffy, but double update(: 

-Follow me on twitter and let me know what you think! @Lovatic_Chica

-Rachel