Wilmer

I woke up the next morning with Demi snuggled into my side. It annoyed me that even though I was hanging onto whatever hope our marriage had by a thread, in my unconscious I couldn't resist her. Careful as to not wake her up, I untangled myself from her and got up, walking down to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. As it brewed from the keurig, I felt two arms wrap around my waist and Demi's head rested against my back.

"Hi."

I took a deep breath and turned around, "Hey."

"I've been thinking." She murmured, rubbing my chest.

"About?"

She bit her lip, "I think... renewing our vows wouldn't be such a terrible idea?"

I flexed my jaw, "I don't know Dems. I think you were right before. It doesn't really make sense. We should do that later in life."

Demi shook her head, "I want to though."

I was desperately trying to get out of this conversation. I didn't want to renew our vows when she'd broken every single one of them. What did she think this was? A get-out-of-jail-free card? A way to make up for having an affair?

"Good, then you'll want to in thirty years."

"Wilmer."

"What? Demi I don't want to renew our vows yet. And definitely not just because-" I stopped myself, "Not just because you want to try and make up for the fight we had."

"This has nothing to do with the fight Wilmer! We've just changed a lot, both of us have! I mean you! You wouldn't even talk to me last night! You wouldn't even look at me long enough to kiss me goodnight! Wasn't that in our vows? All the goodnight kisses in all ways, shapes,  and forms?"

I was getting more and more angry. She had the nerve to throw our vows in my face? After what she's been doing underneath the sheets?

"I'm not doing this with you. I've got to get to work."

"Seriously?! We're having a discussion!"

"No we're not." I snapped, "You're yelling at me because you're pouting about me not kissing you goodnight?! And throwing our wedding vows in my face? Grow up Demi! You're not a kid anymore and I'm not just gonna give you everything you want just because you ask for it!"

"I'm not asking for the world Wilmer! I'm asking for you to at least act like we're married!"

I let out a yell of anger and threw my fist at the wall, making Demi yelp and flinch backwards when it went through the drywall. I ran a hand over my face and glared at her, trying to reign in my rage, "Don't say another word." I snarled, "I need some air. I don't want to see you right now."

She just watched me with huge eyes as I pulled my hand out of the wall and stalked upstairs. As I hit the landing, the sound that came from her made my anger evaporate, and a wall of guilt hit me in the face. It was low, but full of misery and hurt, and worst of all fear. I stared at my hand, still dotted with white dust from the plaster. She let out a sob, and before I could stop myself I was walking downstairs. She still had such a strong, deep, pull on me. She didn't look up as I walked in, but another sob ripped through her chest as I grabbed her, pulling her against me into a tight hug. Demi just sobbed harder than I had ever seen her cry and clutched at me, her hands twisting in my t-shirt as she began to hyperventilate.

"Shhh Demi, it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She just kept crying, inconsolable. Every ounce of anger I felt towards her was gone. I couldn't be angry when she was crying like this. I just gathered her up, and carried her up the stairs into the bedroom, laying down with her still on top of me, crying so hard I thought she was having a seizure.

"Demi... I'm sorry. It's okay now. I'm sorry."

It was as if she couldn't hear a word I was saying, "Y-You were so s-scary." She choked out, her tears soaking my shirt.

Those four words broke my heart and I shook my head, pulling her even tighter against me, "I didn't mean it baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"You looked like Patrick." She whispered, as if in a trance, she was staring at the wall, the tears still flowing steadily, "You looked so much like him. I thought you were going to... Your eyes were black, they were full of hate. I thought you were going to hit me."

I closed my eyes, beginning to now cry too, "I wasn't. I would never baby... Sweetheart, I'm so fucking sorry."

Little by little, she was able to take sporadic breaths, and finally she was just crying softly into my shoulder, her hands still twisted in my shirt.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." She said, but it was automatic. Then she sat up, "I... I have to go."

"Don't leave-" I reached for her, but she pulled away, retreating into herself.

"I'm gonna go." She said, as if to herself, "I'm gonna go because we both need space right now. I'll be back tonight." She was nodding to herself, "I'm gonna come back tonight and I don't know if I'll want to talk but I'll come back."

"Please Dems, we don't have to talk. Just stay here and we can not talk and just lay here. Please don't go."

I knew where she was going, where she would go. I knew she would go to him if I let her walk out of here.

Demi met my gaze, and I felt like ice had been injected into my body from the fear that was still laced in her eyes, "I don't think so Wilmer... I think I need to go."

I sat up and gently took her hand, "Demi, you can't drive like this. Okay? Just calm down and let me make it okay."

She closed her eyes tightly, "You looked so much like him."

I bit my lip, "I know, I'm sorry. Just come here, let me hold you. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. We don't have to do anything but lay here."

Demi licked her lips, "I think I'm gonna go... I think I'm gonna go."

I shook my head, "Demi, I'll call Marissa, I'll go. You don't have to go. I'll call Marissa, and once she gets here, I'll go."

She was looking at my face, but she wasn't seeing me. She was blankly staring, "I think I'm gonna go Wilmer."

I slowly picked up my cell phone and moved out of her line of sight. She just stared blankly at the spot where I was before.

"Hello?" Marissa answered, thankfully, within the first few rings.

"Marissa, this is Wilmer. I need you to come to the house, right now. It's an emergency."

"What's going on? Is Demi okay?"

I took a deep breath, "I'm not exactly sure."

"Okay. I'll be there in five."

I hung up and walked towards Demi, gently touching her shoulder, "Demi, can you please look at me?"

Slowly, she looked up at me, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you baby. Okay? Just lay down. It's gonna be okay."

Demi allowed me to help her into bed and under the covers, looking up at me with an expression I had never seen before, "You were so scary."

I nodded, "I know, I'm sorry."

She began to get up again, "I think I'm gonna go."

I sighed and got under the covers too, pulling her into my chest and hating the way she folded uncomfortably in my arms, as if she didn't think she belonged there anymore. I held her tight against me, and within a few minutes, Marissa walked in. She took one look at Demi's face, and her eyes shifted into a glare as she looked at me.

"What did you do?"

I bit my lip, "We were having a fight..."

"I've seen her like this only one time, ever. Wilmer... what did you do."

I looked down at Demi who was staring at the wall again, "I-I... I got angry... I punched the wall-"

"You punched the wall?!" She hissed, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

I sighed, "She keeps saying she wants to go, but I can't let her drive like this. Just stay with her? Please? She doesn't want me here."

Marissa shook her head, "Wilmer... did she say anything about Patrick?"

I bowed my head, "She said I looked like him... She kept saying I looked just like him."

She took a deep breath, "You need to go, for a few days, if not longer. You need to go, and you need to not call her, or text her, or any communication. You need to go, and you need to go now. I'll keep you updated but she can't be around you right now."

I looked back down at Demi helplessly, "What are you talking about? I can't just leave her like this for a few days! Are you crazy?"

She came over and yanked my arm, "Don't you see what you did? You traumatized her! She needs time away from you to clear her head and come back out of herself. She's shutting down and you being here isn't helping."

"Riss..."

"Go Wilmer, now."

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