CHAPTER 20- Wrong

Demi's POV  

        My eyes opened blearily to the scene of my normal morning, an empty bed. Nick was gone yet again. I blinked rapidly as tears fell from my eyes. It felt as though I was losing him, to a beautiful, skinny supermodel than men everywhere pined over. Today is February fourth, our six month anniversary. We'd been dating for a short amount of time, yet I felt more in love with him than I ever had with Wilmer during our two year relationship. 

        I slowly walked down the stairs and make a cup of coffee after taking my prenatal vitamins that i'd hidden ironically underneath the sink behind my tampons. With a sigh I sat on the couch like I did every morning and gently rubbed my stomach. We hadn't talked about that night when I stayed in the bathroom, but it was a huge elephant in the room. We barely even spoke to each other except for one word syllables, or even kissed. Nick was gone now more than ever and I couldn't help the scenarios forming in my head that made me nauseous just thinking about it- although, that might just be the morning sickness. I hadn't realized I was crying until a small body climbed onto my lap, wiping my cheeks. 

"What's wrong momma?" Mac asked curiously. 

"Nothing baby, I'm fine." 

She frowned, "Then why are you always crying? Is dada being mean to you?" 

I raised en eyebrow, "Why would you think it was because of him?" 

She shrugged, "Whenever he's here you're smiling alot, but when he's gone you're not. And he's gone alot." 

I sighed, "I just miss him a lot, he's not being mean." 

Mac nodded and cuddled into my chest, "I don't like it when Dada's gone." 

Gently, I stroked her hair, "Me either." 

~*~

        When Nick got home that night he was obviously exhausted, dropping onto the couch with a groan as I barely  glanced at him from the armchair. 

"How was your day?" I asked robotically, not looking up in fear of crying again. 

"It was long, but her album is really coming along." 

I sighed, "That's great." 

He sat up, "Demi can we not do this tonight? I just want to relax, I'm completely drained." 

I rolled my eyes, "Why not? You're always exhausted and I'm always pissed. Tonight's better than any night." 

He sighed again, "Demi please? I don't want to fight with you, I just want to go to bed. Soon this will all be over and we can go back to normal." 

I could feel my anger rising, "Nick you do realize this is hurting our relationship, right? I'd never do this to you." 

He shook his head, "We're gonna be fine Dems, this isn't impacting us as much as you've deluded yourself into thinking it has."

At that, I'd reached my limit, standing up with disgust. "Really? Happy fucking anniversary to you too."

Nick's eyes bulged and I  turned on my heel, running to the spare bedroom and leaned against the door after I slammed it. A few seconds later, Nick knocked on it. 

"Demi... I'm so sorry baby, please let me in." 

With a roll of my eyes I walked over to the bed to curl up as he slowly opened the door. 

"Demi... I'm.. I don't.." 

I felt him touch my arm then the tears came, flowing down my face as I began to sob. Nick sighed and pulled me into his chest, rubbing my back lightly. 

"I'm so sorry baby." He whispered, kissing my hair lightly. I shook my head and pulled away, sitting up on the bed. 

"Do you see now Nick? What this is doing to us? I don't... I don't know how much of this I can take." 

He shook his head, frantically wiping away the tears falling from my cheeks. 

"Don't say that Demi." 

I sighed, "Nick I need to be able to rely on you to be there for me. Especially once-" I cut off sharply, I'd nearly told him about the baby. "Just go away, I want to be alone." 

Nick shook his head again, "No Demi we can-" 

"Nick I just want you to leave, I'll see you in the morning." 

He hesitated, then nodded and walked out, carefully shutting the door behind him.

~*~

        The next morning I woke up to a dozen roses sitting on the bed. I rolled my eyes and got up, did he really think that just flowers could fix everything? I walked downstairs where a delicious smell wafted from the kitchen. When I walked in Mac squealed. 

"Look mama! Dada's back! You don't have to be sad anymore!" 

I looked over at Nick, "Shouldn't you be with Olivia?" 

His smiled fell at my cold tone, "No it's my day off..." 

I rolled my eyes and took the plate he handed me, not saying anything. As I ate the pancakes, Mac ran into the living to watch TV and Nick walked over to me. 

"Demi?" 

I raised an eyebrow, "What?" 

"I know I've been a jerk lately, but I really do want to make this right. I got your mom to watch Mac for tonight, so we can go to dinner? Maybe after we could..." He trailed off and lightly kissed my shoulder, trailing the tip of his nose along my collar bone. I leaned into him slightly, before remembering the baby inside of me and the thought of sex wasn't so appealing. 

"Or we could just sleep." I snapped, pulling away before he could get me too worked up. 

Nick's face held an amused smiled, "Sleeping is fine." 

~*~

        I shifted around in the black dress, loosing around my stomach and tights but tighter at the waist. I couldn't help but compare my short form to the tall, stick thin model that Nick had become a bit too close with for my comfort. Suddenly, Nick appeared behind me and pulled his hands on my waist, kissing my shoulder. 

"You look beautiful." 

I forced a smile, a few weeks ago, that would've made my heart flutter and me melt in his hands, but now all I wanted to do was laugh at his lie. 

"Are you ready?" I looked up and nodded, his eyes flashed with concern, but he blinked and it was gone, "Alright, let's go." 

~*~

        We pulled up to the restaurant in my white Mercedes. As I pulled the door handle, nothing happened, it was locked. 

"Can you-" 

Nick had already gotten out of the car and was walking to my side. As the door opened, I could see the smirk plastered all over his face. 

"Was that necessary?" I asked, fighting a smile that he easily returned. 

"I'm trying to do everything right tonight. So..." He held out his hand, "Humor me?" 

I sighed and took it, allowing him to help me out of the car. As we walked through the door I felt Nick's fingers interlock with mine. 

"Reservation for Jonas?" 

The hostess smiled and grabbed two menu's, "Right this way." 

She led us to a table closer to the back of the romantically lit room. 

"This is nice." I commented, as she walked away. 

"Yeah, I've missed it being just me and y-" 

"Nick?!" 

We both looked up to see Olivia Culpo standing there with a surprised expression. 

Nick blanched, "Olivia? What are you doing here?" 

She shrugged, "I'm here with a few of my friends for a drink. You must be Demi!" She smiled fakely, but I could see the judgment under her gaze. 

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, I couldn't focus on Nick and Olivia's conversation, but as she walked away he leaned over to me. 

"Demi I swear to god I had no idea I promise-" 

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, drawing a gasp from me. 

"Nick." 

"Demi you have to believe me-" 

"Nick I need to go to the hospital." 

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, "What?" 

I grabbed my stomach again, "Nick. Listen to me. Somethings wrong. I need you to get me to a hospital."

He stood up and nodded, pulling me close and leading me out of the restaurant I would soon be haunted by for the rest of my life. As Nick peeled out of the parking lot I doubled over again, biting my lip to hold in a scream. 

"Nick... faster." 

The engine grew louder as he accelerated and rubbed my hand with one hand.

"Demi tell me what's happening?"

My eyes had tears in them as I met his, "I-I... I'm so sorry Nick."

We turned into the hospital's emergency department and Nick half-carried me inside. 

"What's the problem?" A nurse asked as I was brought a wheelchair to sit in. 

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. 

"I think I'm miscarriaging." 

Nick's body froze, while the nurse snapped into the actions, calling into her walkie talkie for a room. 

"Okay here's come forms for your... boyfriend? We need to know about the pregnancy." 

I lowered my head as another stab of pain went through me, "He won't be able to... he didn't know." 

She nodded sympathetically, "That can wait then. We need to get you looked at, you can follow us to her room." 

Nick took a step back, "No. I-I need to go now." 

Tears rolled down my face as I watched his back walk about of the hospital. 

"Okay sweetie let's get you upstairs. Is there anyone you want to call?" 

I nodded robotically as I handed her my phone with shaking hands, "My mom and Marissa, they're both in my contacts." 

She wheeled me into a room where I was put on a bed, and had an IV insterted. 

Soon, a female doctor walked in, "Hello, my name is Doctor Lebella. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me?" 

I nodded numbly, my hands clutching at my stomach. 

"How far along are you?" 

I blinked numbly, "About eight." 

She nodded, "I'll need an ultrasound, but you don't have to look if it's too much." 

I stared at the ceiling as she went through the procedure. A few minutes later, she sighed. "I'm so sorry." 

Numbness swept over me. I'd killed it, I'd killed my own baby.

"The pain should stop soon, in a little bit we'll put you under and remove the fetus... Unless you'd like to do it the natural way?" 

My head moved side to side blankly, "No, Please do it as soon as possible."

A knocked sounded on the door and another nurse stuck her head in, "Her family is here." 

My doctor smiled a bit, "Send them in. Demi? I'll be back in a little while." 

I just stared at my hands while she left and my mom, Mac, and Marissa filed in. 

"Oh my God Demi.." My mom rushed over and hugged me. My body was limp, I couldn't hug her back or allow myself to be comforted. I'd killed my own baby. 

Marissa rubbed my arm, "Did Nick go to get you new clothes?" 

Nick. That sparked something in my dead eyes. 

"No." I whispered hoarsely, "He left me." 

Marissa's face paled, then flushed with anger as she put my Mac on the bed. 

"I'll be back." 

I didn't stop her from walking out the door, I didn't care. Mac climbed onto my lap but dind't say anything. She just curled into my side and tried to comfort me as tears streamed down my cheeks. 

I killed my baby. 

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