Demi

After my little breakdown I could tell Wilmer was keeping a very close eye on me. Every time I left the room he would find some reason to get up and follow me. I didn't really blame him, but still at some point I needed to be alone and I hated taking it out on him.

"I'm gonna go get some tea." I said to Wilmer, stroking his cheek and forcing a smile.

"I'll come with you." He said quickly, going to sit up.

"No." I murmured, "It's fine."

He shrugged, "I could use some tea."

I rubbed my eyes, "I want to be alone for a bit if you don't mind."

Wilmer looked down a bit, "Okay."

I kissed his cheek and got up, walking into the kitchen and putting on the kettle. I grabbed a mug and sat up on the counter, looking around the house. Something was here, I could feel it, creeping up along the hallway. The hair on the back of my neck was raised up. A sudden squeak made me jump off, and look around wildly. There was nothing but I still was paranoid. I walked over to the stove and another crack sent me running into the bedroom.

"Jesus! What's wrong?!" Wilmer said, as I threw myself onto the bed and squirmed behind him,

"There's someone in the house." I hissed, my breath starting to get uneven.

"What?" He analyzed my face for a second, "Demi calm down. I'll go check, but there's no one here." I nodded, and he got up slowly, walking out of the room while I stared after him, terrified. After a few minutes, he walked back in, shaking his head. "No one is here but us, love."

I pulled my knees to my chest and hid my face in my hands, "I'm going crazy."

"No you're not Demi."

He went to wrap his arms around me but I shoved him away, "Yes I am! You don't understand. You'll never fucking understand. I can't walk into a different room without feeling like I'm being watched, or followed! I can't take this anymore!" I stood up and grabbed my phone, walking out to the garage.

"Demi?! What are you talking about? Where are you going?"

I grabbed my keys and got in my car, shutting the door and locking it just as Wilmer came in. He touched the window with such a confused and hurt expression I almost opened the door and jumped into his arms.

Almost.

Instead, my foot hit the gas and my car roared out of the open garage. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was even doing trying to drive. I was smothered in that house, and by him. He was trying to do everything right and that wasn't helping me. I wanted everything to go back to normal, but with him tip-toeing around me, normal obviously wasn't going to happen. I was speeding, going nearly ninety on the empty, dark freeway without even noticing. A set of headlights had been behind me when I got on the road, but now were lost in the distance. I was driving without a destination, my only goal was to get as far away from everyone as possible. I just wanted to get away.

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I woke up the next morning on a hard bed. I had checked into a small, stingy hotel where no one was bound to know my name. The check-in clerk barely looked at me before handing me a room key when I came in around three a.m. The first thing that came to my head was Wilmer, I could practically still smell his cologne. He must be so worried right now, out of his mind. I looked down at my phone and knew I was correct by the twenty missed calls I had. I turned it off, and took a deep breath. I needed to shower, and get ready, then keep going. I couldn't keep thinking and dwelling on this decision and Wilmer. At some point I'd go to back and see if he would forgive me but for right now, I needed to go.

After showering and getting everything together, I walked out to the front where the clerk was looking quite shaken up.

"Thank you, here are the keys." I said, and handed them back, trying not to look him in the eyes.

"N-No problem ma'am."

I glanced up at him and saw his stunned expression and knew he must've figured out who I was, "Have a good day. Don't tell anyone I was here, please."

As I stepped out the door, I could've sworn he muttered, "Who are you people?"

Wilmer

The second Demi left the garage, I jumped in my car and peeled after her, calling her on my bluetooth at least twenty times. I texted her over and over again, while I watched her speed down the freeway. I tried to stay out of sight, and we drove until late into the morning, at three-o'clock when she pulled into a motel. I waited another two hours in my car, then got out and paid the clerk a couple hundred to give me the the key to her room. I was silent as I opened it and crept into the room. The tight band around my chest was slightly lessened when I saw she was virtually unharmed, apart from the tear tracks on her face. I gently checked her wrists, just in case, then her breath for alcohol. Finding neither, I gently kissed her temple. Gingerly lying down next to her, I thanked God that she'd picked the worst hotel ever, so the bed had barely moved, then put my arm around her. Unconsciously, Demi moved into my embrace, and snuggled into my side. I felt tears wetting my face and tried to wipe my eyes so my chest wouldn't shake with sobs. I wanted to make everything better. This was so unlike everything we had ever faced, so I didn't know how to go about comforting her. I tried to be her safety net, hold her and make sure she knew I would protect her, but I didn't think any of it was getting through to her. She kept saying she wanted everything to be normal, but how could we go back to normal? What even is normal?

The sun began to peak through the curtain so I got up just as carefully and shut her door, then walked up to the clerk desk. He perked up once he saw me and I set the key on his desk.

"Don't say anything to her."

He raised an eyebrow, "That's an extra fee of $99.99 sir."

Anger flashed through me and I reached forward, grabbing the collar of his stupid red uniform and pulling him over the counter so we were face to face, "Listen to me right now. Are you listening?" He nodded fearfully, his acne filled face starting to sweat and turn red. "You're gonna act like none of this ever happened okay? You're gonna act natural. I don't even need to tell you what will happen if she walks out of there upset or even the slightest bit on confusion on her face, okay?" Again, he nodded, hitting my hands feebly, "Good." I threw him back, "Have a nice day."

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