We'll Make It (Sequel to Through it Together) - Demi Lovato

Part 39

Demi's POV
I look down at the caller ID on my phone. My eyes go wide. "Why the fuck..." I mumble but hit the answer button anyway. "Hello?" I speak into the phone, my voice sounding confused and drained.

"Demi." his voice fills my ears and my heart melts at just the sound. The roughness of his voice and sound of his accent is music to my ears. But I force myself to hold strong. He hurt you Demi, I tell myself.

"Wilmer, I-I told you tha-"

"No Demi listen." He cuts me off and I sigh, expecting some long speech from him in his attempts for us to get back together again. But I'm very wrong. "Your sister is here. Dallas. I was driving home with some buddies when I saw her sitting on the curb not far from your house bawling her eyes out. She wouldn't talk to me but there was blood all over her arms so I took her back to my place and cleaned her up. She's asleep on my couch right now, she fell asleep almost immediately." He finishes talking and I let out a sigh. Right as I'm about to speak I hear a crash through the phone. "What the... DALLAS STOP." And then the line goes dead.

I jump off the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt and throwing it on, running out the door and grabbing my car keys on the way. Maddie and Marissa follow close behind, neither of them say a word. I get in the car, slamming the door, not bothering to put on a seatbelt even though I know I should. My breathing is ragged, but I focus on getting to Wilmer's. I don't even have to think while speeding through the familiar route to his house.

We pull up to the house and jump out of the car. I run to the front door, not bothering to knock and just swing it open. The sight in front of me is terrifying. Wilmer is on top of Dallas, holding her down as she relentlessly tries to get out of his grip. There's broken glass and blood everywhere. Wilmer's hands are gripped tightly around Dallas' wrists. He looks up at me. "C-Call 911. I cant hold her down much longer." He says to me, wincing. It's then that I realize he has a huge gash down his arm that is dripping with blood.

I nod my head and fumble to get my phone out as quick as possible, dialing 911 and putting the phone on speaker. "911, what's your emergency?" The woman asks and I look up at Wilmer, what do I say? I don't even fully understand what I just walked into.

"A friend of ours is trying to kill herself!" He yells into the phone, still struggling against Dallas. Kill herself?!

"Okay sir we've tracked your location and police and paramedics are on the way." The woman says and I don't answer, still in shock. A hand beside me grabs the phone. Marissa.

"T-Thank you." She says, hanging up. I look at Dallas, still fighting against Wilmer, who seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

"DALLAS STOP IT PLEASE!" I yell, tears streaming down my cheeks. She doesn't listen.

Soon the house is swarmed with police and ambulances. The paramedics barge through the door and Wilmer looks up at them. "Help" his weak voice says. One of the paramedics fumbles with their bag and pulls out a syringe, carefully pricking Dallas with it and soon she is passed out. Wilmer collapses on the ground, breathing heavily. Marissa and Maddie rush over the Dallas with the paramedics who lift her on the stretcher and begin trying to stop the bleeding of her wounds. I rush to Wilmer.

"Will..." I say, at a loss of words. I then remember his arm and look up. "He needs help! He's bleeding!" I yell, and a paramedic soon runs over with gauze and a wrap. She tightly wraps his arm, then they lift him on the stretcher.

"Are you riding in the ambulance with him?" The woman asks and I nod my head, following them to the ambulance. They lift Wilmer up into the back and I climb inside, seeing Marissa and Maddie getting in the ambulance across from us with Dallas. I turn back to Wilmer, his face is scrunched up in pain and he's biting his lip. I grab his hand on his good arm, holding it.

"I-I'm so sorry Will. I'm s-so sorry." I say, fighting desperately against the tears ready to flow or of my eyes. He shakes his head.

"Demi... it's not you're fault... don't worry. She'll be okay, I'll be okay too." He says, his voice is strained in pain. I decide not to fight back with him, now is not the time, so I just nod. I look at the paramedic sitting next to me.

"Can't you give him something for the pain?" I plead. She shakes her head no.

"I'm sorry ma'am, not until we arrive at the hospital." She says and I sigh. I hold on to Wilmer's hand, rubbing my thumb across it.

"Will?" I say, and he looks up at me. "Focus on me, okay? Focus on me." I say to him and he nods. I tell him random things to try and distract him. Finally, we arrive at the hospital, and he's taken away to get stitches. I see Maddie and Marissa in the waiting room and run up to them. "How is she? Is she okay?" I say, hoping the answer is yes.

"She'll be fine. She just needs stitches. But they're...they're putting her under suicide watch for a few days, and then they said we'll go from there." Marissa says and I nod. I look at Maddie, who has silent tears rolling down her face.

I sit down and pull her onto my lap. "She'll be okay babygirl." I say and she shakes her head.

"Th-this is my f-fault." She says, digging her nails into her arm. I pull her hand away from her arm.

"Shh it's not your fault, Mad. It's not anybody's fault. We don't know why she did this, but we'll talk to her once we can see her." I say. She lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes. Marissa sits down next to us, looking me in the eyes and mouthing "are you okay". I shake my head no, biting my lip. She puts her arm around my shoulders.

"We'll be okay." She says and I just keep looking down at the floor. Then we hear a scream that sounds very similar to Dallas.

"YOU-YOU ASSHOLE!"