Demi

I sat on the private jet alone, trying to read but was continuously distracted by the memory of Wilmer and I's fight. I hated when I lost my temper and hit him, but sometimes it just bubbled up from me. I hated letting down Mia, but sometimes I had no choice. I just wanted to be able to give her everything she asked for, but many times she wouldn't even take it. Barbie dolls upon barbie dolls were piled up in her room, along with every single thing a kid could want in her playroom, but nothing interested her. She didn't want to play dolls with Wilmer, but when I was home that's all she would ask me about. It became clear that she did just want me and that Wilmer was right, I just didn't want to admit it.

~*~

London was amazing, and the second I stepped out of the airport and saw all of the fans waiting, I knew I had made a the right decision. I loved this, the feeling of meeting my fans and seeing them smile and cry from happiness. It made my heart warm. When I got into the black escalade that was taking me to the different radio stations throughout the day before my concert tomorrow, Holly and Caroline were waiting for me.

"Hey girls." I said, rummaging through my purse for my phone.

"Hey Dems." Something in their voice made me look up to see them both watching me with weird expressions.

"What's wrong?"

Holly sighed, "It's just... weren't you on break for the next week? You don't think you're over working do you?"

I  chuckled, "I'm not the broken fifteen year old that I was Holls, I'm fine. I can take a little bit of overtime."

Caroline raised an eyebrow, "Can Mia? I mean, I bet she misses her mom."

I stiffened and glared up at her, "Mia is fine."

She shook her head and rubbed my arm, "Dems you've kept us around because you're always saying how we aren't yes people. I'm telling you that you can't keep doing this. Whens the last time you and Wilmer even said that you love each other?"

I brushed her hand off of me, "Before I left. He dropped me off at the airport." The lie came so easily it scared even me.

"Okay... How's Mia holding up?"

I rolled my eyes, "She's fine, I'm fine, Wilmer's fine. We're all fucking fine now can we just drop it already?"

Holly sighed, "Demi you know what you gave us the power to do right?"

I raised my eyebrows, "I could fire you first."

She flinched and the hurt was clear on her face, "You need to stop before you end up hurting someone. And that's if you haven't already. Mia is growing up without a mom. That kid loves you more than anything and how do you repay her? By jetting off to London at your label's beck and call. What happened to the girl who wouldn't be walked all over, and would stand up for herself?"

I glared at her, "She got a reality check."

~*~

Holly and Caroline kept on giving me warning looks throughout the day and through all of my interviews but I mostly kept them out of my head. The only thing that got to me was when it was all over, and I was laying in a hotel room bed, alone. I pulled out my phone and facetimed Wilmer. When he answered he looking tired and angry.

"Hi." I murmured.

"Hey." His tone was short and cold.

"Is Mia with you?"

He sighed, "Yeah, but I don't know if I should even let you talk to her."

I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Wilmer curled his lip up, "I wouldn't want to give her false hope that you care about her or anything."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled, "You know damn well that I would die for her. I care about her more-"

"If you say 'more than anything in the world' right now, I'm hanging up and moving out."

I closed my mouth, "But I do."

Wilmer snorted, "Really Demi? You're lying again? Not only to me, but to your team, to Mia, your label, and mostly to yourself. You care about your career. You're nothing but a workaholic bitch who doesn't deserve to be part of a family who loves her." I flinched as though he had slapped me and the second the words left his mouth Wilmer's eyes widened in horror. "Demi I didn't-"

"I can't believe you just said that." I whispered, interrupting him.

"I didn't mean it-"

"No. You did. You just didn't want me to hear it." I could feel my heart cracking and looked up at the ceiling before staring into his eyes, "I want a divorce."

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