CHAPTER 37

   Demi's POV 

   When I woke up, my head was pounding, I felt nauseous. Where am I? I turned my head slowly, resulting in an intense pain in my head. I saw a tan, bare, back lying next to me. I realized I was in Wilmer's bedroom. I sat up quickly, then clutched my head. Bad idea, very bad idea. I then realized I was naked. "What the fuck?" I muttered. I found my clothes, scattered around the room and quickley dressed. I was so confused, I remembered going to the studio, Wilmer called and asked to go to dinner, we went dancing, then it clicked. I put my head in my hands. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. I sat down on the bed and Wilmer shifted beside me, "Dems?" I heard his husky morning voice come out of the blankets. "You okay baby?" I turned to him, "What the fuck happened last night?" Wilmer sat up, "Uhh I don't really know..." "Did I get drunk?" I said furiously. "Well yeah. We both did. That's what made last night so amazing." He stroked my inner thigh. "You're great when you're hammered." I looked at him, disgusted, and slapped his hand away. "Why the fuck would you get me drunk?!" Wilmer just rolled his eyes. "Relax Dems, we both needed it. It's been weeks since i've had sex. And I don't know about you, but that was totally satisfying." My mouth dropped. "DOES IT EVEN FUCKING CONCERN YOU THAT IM IN RECOVERY?! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THIS SORT OF THING. AND YOU FUCKED UP MY CLEAN STREAK ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO FUCKING GET IN MY PANTS?" I screamed at him. Him, being the snarky sarcastic asshole that he is, just rolled his eyes. "Relax Dems, we've had sex before. And you used to stay over here all the time." He said, and rolled off the bed to go get dressed. I picked up a book from his nightstand and threw it at the back of his head. Bastard. It hit him dead on and he turned around angrily. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DEMI?!" He roared. "IN CASE YOU DIDN'T REALIZE WILMER. THE REASON I DON'T STAY OVER HERE IS BECAUSE I HAVE A FUCKING DAUGHTER NOW. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DO SHIT LIKE THIS." I screamed back. Wilmer rolled his eyes, "Demi don't even get me started on that daughter of yours." He ignited a new fire in me. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" I yelled, the parental side coming out of me. "Dems, Mac is holding you back. You're so serious now. You need to let go and let loose, be eighteen. She's just extra baggage that I don't feel like dealing with. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Did you just call my daughter extra baggage?!" I said furiously. Wilmer shrugged, "Well yeah, you're eighteen, how do you  think you're mature enough to be a proper mother? Really Demi I think it's time to make a choice." "What choice." I spluttered. Wilmer looked right into my eyes,

       "Me. Or Mac." I froze, "What?" 

  Okay I know it's short but drama packed(; and I know how much you guys love drama! writing the next chapter now so it might be up tonight! 

Who do you think she'll choose?

-Rachel