COVER UP

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DEMIS POV

I changed into a white long sleeve shirt with my jean jacket and black pants. Henri went to grab mine and his bathing suit from the closet. I was nervous about being in my bathing suit because of the bruises in my arms and legs.

FLASHBACK TO THE OTHER NIGHT

Henri came home drunk and high off of who knows what I was really annoyed so I just went up to bed. I was about to get into bed when henri came up behind me and started to undress me. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't stop I tried to fight him but he was too strong.

He pushed me on the bed and starting raping me despite my pleas for him to stop. I started crying and screaming but he just hit me and went harder until he was done.

He walked out the room leaving me there. The next morning he spent an hour apologizing and of course I forgave him and made him promise to not go out that night but he still went out.

FLASH BACK OVER

HENRI: use makeup to cover the bruises
DEMI: they will wash off in the water
HENRI: don't go swimming
DEMI: but I want to
HENRI : YOU ARE NOT SWIMMING
DEMI: okay sorry
HENRI: cut the attitude

I mumbled a quick sorry not wanting to get in his bad side. I went to the vanity and quickly did my makeup covering all the bruises in my face arms and legs in concealer.

I realized I was running out; I had just got this bottle the other day.

I haven't seen my team in a while and I knew they were coming over tomorrow because I was going to the studio since henri was in New York for the day although he was flying back that night,

When Jill does my makeup tomorrow she's going to wonder where all the bruises came from.

DEMI: Henri
HENRI: yeah
DEMI: can we stop somewhere to grab some concealer because I just ran out
HENRI: did you already finish  covering all the bruises
DEMI: yeah
HENRI: good

We headed downstairs and got into the car henri driving of course. The car ride was silent.

We arrived to my moms house and she ran out to see me giving me a hug. She sent henri a small smile.

DIANA: come on it guys

We followed her in and I was greeted my sisters and dad.

DEMI: hey guys
MADDIE: we've missed you so much
DALLAS: how come you haven't been visiting
DEMI: I-

I was cut off by Henri and Dallas rolled her eyes.

HENRI: she has been busy
DALLAS: yeah with what
HENRI: at the studio
DALLAS : and why couldn't she have said that herself
DIANA: Dallas
DALLAS: I'm right

My mom just shook her head and Henri gave me an angry glare. I moved next to him and whispered sorry but he just ignored me.

DIANA: Dems I want to show you something
DEMI: uh yeah okay

I followed my mom and she pulled me into my old bedroom.

DEMI: what do you want to show me
DIANA: are you okay
DEMI: what do you mean
DIANA: you know he broke his sobriety
DEMI: oh yeah I know
DIANA: is he hurting you
DEMI: w-what
DIANA: I haven't seen you in weeks and you use to never wear makeup or care about putting on makeup before you FaceTimed me or your sisters
DEMI: oh yeah I-I'm fine we are great
DIANA: he's not sober Demi it's not good for your recovery
DEMI: I'm fine mom trust me
DIANA: okay

We went back downstairs and Henri gave me a questioning look.

HENRI: hey dems I have a quick question can we talk somewhere private
DEMI: uh yeah

I brought him to my old room.

HENRI: what did she want
DEMI: to show me something
HENRI: yeah and that was
DEMI: it's not important
HENRI: tell  - me - now
DEMI: it's just a a uh um
HENRI: what did she really want
DEMI: honestly she was just showing me something
HENRI: we will talk when we get home tonight
DEMI: are you going out tonight
HENRI: no I have friend coming over for a few drinks
DEMI: oh

I was hoping coming here he wouldn't end up drinking tonight but I guess that's not going to happen. We go back down tot he kitchen and I get a questioning look from Dallas

DALLAS: hey dems
DEMI: hey
DALLAS: lets go out to the pool
DEMI: cool let me grab my suit

I was so thankful henri grabbed a one piece.  When I put it on I realized you could still see some bruising around my thighs. I prayed to god Dallas wouldn't notice.

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