fredag 22 mars 2013

"You need to stop..." ♥ 39

The mood was so tense and I hated not being able to read Sam's thoughts.
Dana hadn't spoken for the whole ride. She just sat quietly in the back with her phone in her hand and her eyes fixated on the screen.
I could tell Sam's brain was overworking itself and I put my hand over his. He seemed a bit confused, but almost instantly reflected the smile on my face and leaned over to kiss me on my cheek.
We were finally in our house and Dana was standing a bit unsure, keeping a distance from me and Sam. Sam flung open the door and stomped into the house. I stepped inside, and was about to lock door, when I noticed Dana wasn't inside. I turned around and saw her standing on the driveway.
"Dana?" I closed the door behind me and went up to her. She was facing the other way so I couldn't see her face. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently turned her to face me. She didn't make any resistance, and I could see she was crying. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, and had left mascara stripes. Without saying a single word, I drew her into a hug, and let her cry on my shoulder, while stroking her hair. This girl was Wilmer's daughter. Wilmer's daughter. I held her in my arms, and I couldn't help thinking that she was the only thing I had left of him. "Demi," she said and took one step back. I waited for her to continue, but we were interrupted by Sam's voice. "What are you doing out there?" I squeezed her hand, but this time she quickly pulled it back to her side and ran inside without giving me a single look, or continuing what she had started.
With a confused mind, I went after her, and reached Sam, who was waiting for us by the door.
"What's wrong?" He grabbed my hand, and lowered his voice, so that Dana couldn't hear him. I sighed and shrugged. I was getting tired of him giving Dana the cold shoulder. "Ask her," I said and walked past him into the kitchen. I saw Dana standing in the livingroom, staring out of a window. When I was having bad days, that's what I used to do too. It felt so relaxing, knowing there was a world out there that I hadn't yet explored, and that I hadn't had a bad day on. A world where there might be a place, I'd be happy someday. I wondered, what Dana was thinking of.
"Dana, are you hungry?"
She quickly looked up, as if she someone had splashed cold water on her, during her sleep. But she nodded indifferently, even though I could see the longing in her eyes. I just didn't know what she was longing for. For food? For a stable home? For someone to care?
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I was scanning it, when her smooth voice filled the room. "I can just have some cereal, if you have any." I closed the refridgerator door and turned to face her. "Please," She added and I could tell she was inwardly rolling her eyes. I felt like rolling my eyes too, at her sudden change of attitude. It was as if our moment outside never happened. But I just gave her a cheerful smile, and brought down a box of cereal, from the lower shelf. I poured it in a bowl, and gave her a tall glass of milk with it. Then I awkwardly passed it to her. I saw a little spark ignite in her eyes, at the sight of food, and I wondered how long it had been since she had eaten last. But her blue eyes, turned plain again, as she looked at the food and then at me. "Is this how you eat your cereal? With a glass of milk?" Her tone was mocking and made me squirm. But I put my chin up. I was not going to let a seventeen year old make me feel bad about a bowl of freaking cereal! "Yes," I nodded and put on a what-that's-not-how-everybody-eats-cereal face. She snorted and mumbled, "weird". I left the kitchen and went to my room. Sam was sitting on our bed, going through Dana's bags. I felt an automatic reflection, as a woman, to stop him. "Hey!" I reached the paper he was holding, and yanked it out of his hand. He looked up at me, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "Did Dana give you permission to read this?" Sam rolled his eyes, but shook his head like a little boy that had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "No, but babe, she is," he lowered his voice to make sure she couldn't hear us, "exchanging letters with someone, and I need to know what it's about." He stretched his arm out, to take the paper back, but I hid it behind my back, and he sighed, with a little smile on his lips. "You're so stubborn." Yes, he was right. I was stubborn.
"Why don't you just go ask her?" I asked him.
Sam shook his head. "I don't really feel like talking to her." I saw the hurt expression on his face and plumbed my self down next to him. I put my hand on his cheek, which caused him to turn to face and kiss me gently on my lips. I could feel him smile.
"Can I use the shower?"
Sam jumped from me and I inwardly cursed Dana. Had that girl ever heard of privacy? I took a breath and reminded myself, that she wasn't the usual seventeen year old. She was leaning against the door opening with her arms crossed over her chest. "Just like high school all over again," she mumbled, but we both heard it. "Can I use the shower?" She repeated and I noticed how she wasn't meeting my eyes, and she wasn't looking at Sam neither. I could imagine how hard this was for her. Having a brother that wasn't speaking to you, and moving in with his girlfriend when you had only known her for a couple of hours? I got up from the bed and got ready to leave the room so that she, atleast, could have some privacy, (maybe she could learn from it too!) and Sam followed. She walked past us and into the bathroom. "Do you need a towel, pyjamas, or anything like that?"
The seconds passed without her answering and I was just about to let out a very frustrated sigh when her blond head peaked out behind the door. She looked straight into my eyes and gave me a sincere smile. "Thank you, that'd be nice." And just in that moment, behind the wall she was putting up, and beneath all of that make up and attitude she used as a shield, I recognized the girl Sam had shown me in the picture. Something about her reminded me of my younger self. I smiled back at her and left the room to bring her the stuff. Sam was waiting for me in the hall. "You don't have to be her little puppet. You don't have to be this nice to her, when she's acting like a brat." I spun around, and for some reason the words he said hurt me too. This seventeen year old girl standing in my shower, could've been me. The words Sam was saying, and the names he was calling her could've been directed towards me if I never got the help I needed.
"Sam, I love you, and that's why you need to stop. Stop treating her as if she has done something terrible. She did what she thought was the only way for her to survive. She came to this town, with no money and no one to help her. She was lonely and she wasn't secure. She needed fast money, and prostitution's probably the way she learned about first. I'm sure she already feels ashamed and disgusted with herself, so she certainly doesn't need you  making her feel like shit." I took a deep breath and the expression on Sam's face was priceless. He looked as if I had slapped him. Really hard too. I chose a pink towel, with roses embroidered along the sides. "Okay?" Sam nodded and I turned my heel and went back into my room.

I had lost Wilmer, and I felt as if it was my job to make his daughter feel loved, since her dad was no longer around to love her.

fredag 1 mars 2013

"Dana is here." ♥ 38

"Are you ready?" Sam knocked impatiently at the bathroom door.
"Calm down, Sam! Give me five minutes, I still haven't washed my hair."
I could imagine him rolling his eyes and groaning, and I smiled a bit to myself. He was such a child.
Suddenly I felt a cold breeze touch my naked and wet shoulder. I wrapped my arms around myself and turned around. The door was wide open. A bit alarmed, I called out Sam's name. 
He walked into the bathroom wearing his black t-shirt, and his black jeans.
"Oh my gosh, what are you doing? Get out!"
I grabbed the shower curtains and tried to cover my body with it, while containing myself from bursting out in laughter.
"Since I know it will take you another 30 minutes, to wash your hair..."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and revealed his naked chest, and rock hard abs. 
"... I figured we'd save some time, by taking a shower together."
I shook my head, while laughing.
"You're crazy. Sam, stop. Don't!"
He started undressing infront of me, and I covered my eyes, but sneaking a peak through the space between my fingers. He stood, naked, infront of me, smiling confidently and stepped into the shower.
"Hi," he said and brushed his lips against my neck.
I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the wall.

Miley's POV:

I laughed at Liam's failed attempt of putting on his bowtie. He turned around with furrowed eyebrows. 
"I can't get this damn thing to tie."
I put down my black clutch with a smile, and approached him. With swift movements, I made his bowtie and  he looked down at me with his eyes wide open.
"How did you do that?"
I giggled at his shocked expression and shrugged.
"No biggie."
Liam cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me softly on my lips. He was in a really good mood, and I thought that this was the perfect timing to ask him about the girl that had texted him a couple of days ago. I took a deep breath and started speaking. "Liam, I need to ask you something."
 He pulled back and for a split second, as he did so, I could've sworn his eyes changed colour. They got darker. I took a step back, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Yes?" He stared at me, as if he was daring me to ask.
I broke the intense eye contact with him, and started looking through my drawers to find my diamond earrings, he had gotten for me.
"Yes, babe?"
I spun around and with the exact same, cold, facial expression as he had, I asked him. His indifferent tone, was really getting on my nerves.
"Who is Dana? Babe."
The words came out alot harser than I had planned, but had the wanted effect.
His body got stiff, the same second I mentioned her name.
"Why do you ask?"
He was avoiding my question. 
"There's nothing you want to tell me?"
"If there was something I wanted to tell you, I would've."
He turned around to walk out of the room, but I ran after him, and grabbed him by his arm, and forced him to look at me.
"Liam, we are on our way to our rehearsal dinner. If I find out you're not telling the truth, this will be the last dinner you'll ever have with me."
Without moving a muscle in his face, he turned around and kept on walking.

Sam opened the car door for me, and led me out of it. 
"You're such a gentleman," I said and leaned my head on his shoulder.
Suddenly flashes started going off everywhere and I stood straight.
Miley's rehersal dinner was obviously not as private as I knew she wished for it to be.
Sam placed his hand over mine, and our fingers were intertwined. 
I could hear all of the papparazzi's yelling my name.
Most of them even knew Sam.
"How do you feel about Miley and Liam?"
"They're a beautiful couple," I said with a smile.
"Is Nick going to be here?"
I ignored his question and moved on.
"What about Joe?"
They all waited for my answer, but I wasn't giving it to them.
"I'm sorry about Wilmer."
I turned around to face a young guy, about eighteen years old, he looked at me with genuine eyes, and his camera wasn't pointing at me, like the rest.
Suddenly I felt overwhelmed, being out in public like this, since Wilmer's death, and I nodded.
Tears threatned to fall, but I held them in.
"Thank you," I whispered.
I felt Sam's thumb caress my hand and we finally walked in through the gates, and all of the flashes were behind us.
Just like the questions about Wilmer.

The setting was beautiful. The flames from the bonfire, lit up the pitch black sky, and the music, food, and guests were lovely.

I spotted Miley having a very close conversation with a guy that wasn't Liam.
She was holding a glass of champagne in her right hand and her other hand was on top of the guy's hand.
"Oh, there is Miley." I pointed towards her, and Sam looked at me with the same expression I had.
"What is she doing?" I could see he was smiling a bit, as if he was happy if Miley was flirting with someone other than her fiancee, Liam.
"Wipe that smile of your face. Let's go say hi."
He chuckled and we walked up to her.
"Hi, Miley." When she heard my voice, she jumped and clutched her her chest, and with her eyes wide open in shock she turned to me.
"You scared the shit out of me!" She scoot her chair, closer to the table while taking deep breaths.
"Why are you so jumpy?" I let go of Sam's hand, and bent over so the my face was next to her. 
"That could've been Liam, sneaking up on you," I said with a voice so low, only she could hear it. 
I turned to give the guy flirting with her, knowing very damn well she was engaged, a lesson he wouldn't forget, when I saw it was Nick staring back at me, with an unsure smile.
"Oh my gosh." I shook my head and took two steps back. 
"Are you guys serious? Miley, how can you do this?!"
Those words seemed to affect her, as she got up from her chair with hurt glistening in her eyes.
"Do you think he's some kind of fucking saint?"
She grabbed my arm and walked away from the boys, who were left in confusion.
"Two days ago, Liam's phone was calling. I was watching tv, and he was taking a shower. I ignored it, because it's not my phone, but it kept on ringing. Finally, I thought 'maybe it's something important', so I got up and checked to see who it was. It was someone named Dana. She had called him 23 times, that night. 23!" 
Miley wiped her tears and I hugged her.
"But, it doesn't mean that he's cheating. Go talk to him about it."
She pulled away, and snorted. 
"I did. And he avoided my question, and just walked away."
I felt so bad for her, and was just about to give her a long speech about boys and how maybe he was just tired.. When suddenly, I got a weird feeling.
Dana... Dana.. Dana.
"Dana!" I said out loud, and looked up at Miley.
"I know who she is! She used to be Liam's girlfriend. Her and Sam grew up together. Do you know why she called him?"
Miley shook her head and tears rolled down her cheek.
"She's his ex? This makes things so much worse. What if I change my mind about marrying him? Is it too late now?"
I put my hand on her shoulder and she met my eyes.
"Listen Miley, whatever you decide, all of us will be here to support you. Don't worry about making the wrong choice, just follow your heart and you'll be okay. Maybe... Oh gosh I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe, you're not even over Nick?"
Her face lit up and she immediatley reacted when I mentioned him. And when she realised that what I said was true, she let her body fall together and let me comfort her. 
"Do you want me to talk to Sam? I can ask him  more about Dana?"
Miley nodded. We got her fixed up and with the 'emergency make up kit' I had in my clutch, I fixed her eyes again. 
We walked back to find Sam, speaking to Liam.
I put my hand on Sam's shoulder and I could feel how tense he was. He didn't even notice me standing next to him.
His eyes drifted slowly from Liam's face, to mine, and I could tell how stressed he was.
Liam had obviously told him about Dana.
Sam and Liam shared a friendly hug, and me and Miley looked at each other with a confused face.
What on earth could've made them friends again?
"Miley, I love you, and I've had a wonderful time tonight, but I have to leave. It's kind of an emergency."
He turned back to Liam.
"Thanks man. I wish you all luck."
Liam thanked him with a smile.
Sam looked at me and my eyes jumped from him, to Liam, to Miley.
She put her hand on my arm, and gave me a reassuring smile.
I hugged her tight, and kissed her goodbye. Then I said bye to Liam.

Sam grabbed my hand, and we basically ran to his car. I almost tripped over my dress, several times, before we stood infront of his car, and he held the door open for me.
I jumped in, and slammed it behind me. In only a split second, he was sitting next to me.
He started the car, and with a loud roar, we were off on the road.
"What is going on?"
"Dana is here."
I turned to him, with a confused expression.
"Here? Where is here? In L.A?" The words came out of my mouth, in a rapid speed.
"Yes. She has been staying in Liam's appartment, not far away from your house."
"Our house." I corrected him.
He looked at me, and burst out in a smile.
"Our house."
He turned to focus on the road again.
"She came to L.A a couple of weeks ago."
"Weeks? How did she have money for anything?"
I could see Sam uncomfortably shift in his seat, and he looked really angry. 
He broke off, and looked away.
"Sam, you can tell me."
He nodded.
"I know, I just.." He shook his head and furiously slammed his hand against the wheel, so that it honked.
"She's been selling herself."
I could feel my jaw drop in horror and my hand flew to my mouth.
"Oh my gosh, that's terrible."
He laughed dryly. 
"She used to be such a sweet girl."
I stroked his arm, trying to calm him.
"I'm sure she still is. She just did what she thought she only could do to survive here."
He pulled over with the car, outside an appartment building, and took out the car keyes. Suddenly we were sitting alone in the car, in total silence.
He looked at me, with dissapointment mixed with hurt, coating his face.
"Why didn't she call me?" He said in a low voice. "She knows I would've taken care of her."
I moved closer to him, and gently held his face in my hands. "Maybe she was too scared to talk tell you about it. Or, maybe she was ashamed. But, she's in there now. And you're going to go in there, and you can take care of your little sister, just like she deserves to be taken care of. And she can stay with us."
Sam leaned in and kissed me.
"I'm so lucky to have you as my girlfriend."
He stepped out of the car, and I stayed in my seat, thinking it was best if I let them deal with their family issues in private.
After walking a bit, he turned to look at me.
"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?"
"Oh.." I opened the car door, and ran up to him.
He put his arm over my shoulders and I gave him a reassuring hug. Liam had given Sam the keyes.
"That's awfully nice of him, considering he called her... such bad names."
Sam nodded.
"He told me our fight got him thinking, and that this was the least he could do."
I opened my mouth to ask him if he thought Liam and Dana had been having an affair behind Miley's back, but closed it quickly. 
Sam, had understood what I was about to say anyways.
"Liam made it very clear that he had only met her that one time, to supply her with basic needs."
I nodded, acting uninterested.
We came to a halt and I looked up.
24B. Dana was just inside of those walls. 
Sam took a deep breath and I squeezed his hand.
"Don't worry."
Sam had shown me a picture of her, a month ago or something, it was a picture of her when she was 16. She looked like a really sweet girl.
Sam knocked on the door. He was shifting froom one foot to the other.
He knocked again. 
No one opened.
Sam handed me the keyes, and I knew he was to, emotionally upset to handle it. I drove the key into the lock, and turned it. The door was wide opened. 
There was music playing, and I recognized my favourite band. 
"Awesome, she listens to Pierce The Veil."
Sam glared at me and I shut up. We walked into a room, and what we saw, was sure to set Sam on fire.
There was a pile of cocaine at the end of the bed, and a tall, tattoed guy lying over a skinny girl, with long blonde hair.
Sam went up to them, and when they saw us, he immediatley got up. Sam was just about to punch that guy, but I pulled him back.
"Sam, don't. It's not worth it," I whispered to him in a low voice.
He turned to Dana who was, thank the heavens, wearing clothes.
She got a horrified look on her face when she saw him and I could see tears in Sam's eyes.
It was really hard recognizing her, because her blonde hair, was so much longer. The long sleeved shirt she was wearing in the picture, was exchanged for a corset. She went from wearing, maybe a little mascara, to heavy eye make up. And she was dressed, in all black. I thought she looked kind of cool, but I knew Sam would kill me if I told him that. 
"Sam, what are you doing here?"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.
"Where are you taking me?"
He didn't answer.
I rushed behind them, making sure the didn't forget to lock the door.
This was going to be crazy.