Torn

65... The End

Demi's POV

I.. I had a dream. I was fourteen, I was in the bathroom, and I was cutting myself. Soon, I was sixteen, and I was in the back of a car throwing up vodka. After that, I was a little over eighteen and I was in rehab scratching at the surface and crying into the air.

Then i woke up.

I woke up and I'm twenty two with the love of my life snoring next to me and my perfect baby girl sleeping down the hallway and life couldn't be more perfect.

I've hit rock bottom,- scratch that- I've lived on rock bottom. I never thought I would get back up. Now? I climbed so far away from that, I've worked myself into the person I've always dreamed of being and I'm living the life I've always wanted.

I'm healthy. I'm strong. I'm happy.

Then I heard a shattering sound from downstairs.

I hopped to my feet and scrambled as fast I could to the kitchen to see a very panicked Annie with a mug by her feet in several little shards.

Her hand was over her moth and tears were in her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

She thinks I'm going to be mad over a broken mug? She's so silly.

I stepped over the pieces and then started laughing at her shooken up state, bringing her into a big hug.

"Princess, why are you crying?" I giggled.

"I didn't mean to brake it and I didn't want you to be mad.."

"It was an accident. Accidents happen, it's okay. I'm definitely not mad!" I said, running my fingers through her hair.

She hugged me tighter. "I love you."

My heart melted and my stomach erupted in zoo animals. "I love you so much."

To my surprise, I heard Wilmer yell, "AND I LOVE YOU GUYS MORE!" And then he joined in on our hug, making Annie and I bust out laughing. I didn't even know he was awake.

"I'll clean this up." Wilmer said, walking to the pantry to grab the broom.

I looked over at the time which read about 11:30.

"We need to start getting ready to moms." I said, ushering Annie out of the kitchen.

"Okay." She responded, running up the stairs.

I turned around and watched as Wilmer swept up the last few pieces and threw them away.

"You know.. I think it would've been a lot hotter if you did that without your shirt on." I husked.

"Oh would it?" He asked, walking over to me.

"Mhm." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him slowly.

He pulled away and whispered, "Aye, mami."

I laughed as he brought his lips back to mine and kissed them so passionately, but yet being so simple.

He pulled away again and said, "Okay we have a fourteen year old that will come down here and be traumatized."

I laughed again, taking my arms down. "You're right." I agreed. "Should I hurry up and make some eggs or something?" Even though it's lunch time.

"No.." He said, taking a pan out of the cabinet. "But I will."

"Thanks baby." I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Even though I'm mostly doing this so I won't have a burnt breakfast for once.." He said.

"Hey!" I punched him on the shoulder.