Flames.(1)*

The whole of this one shot is in Demi's POV. I've only just written it so I'm not sure if it's very good. Tell me what you think :)

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I stare at the flames flickering in front of me, through them, I see years of my life. The best; the worst; the ones that woke me up. And when they ended, I ended up here.

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I wake up yet again with Joe there where he wasn't when I went to bed. His hand, intertwined with mine, had black eyeliner on it, with a phrase I had seen too many times. 'Call me -- 555 0190'. I stand up, purposely pushing on his stomach for support and kick him while I jump off the bed. I walk out but I'm unable to keep my anger contained.
I storm back in and he is stood. "Again?! I thought you were-,"
"What? I was what?!"
I walk towards him, pushing him backwards. "You bastard!!"
He pulled my wrist and twisted us so he was sat on me. "Shut up you heartless bitch!"
I writhe underneath him as he holds my wrists, stopping me from getting free. I lean up and spit in his face. "You deserve that."
Temporarily shocked, his grip loosens and I get up, walking into the living room. I get my hand on the door before he pulls me backwards. "No you're not."
I lock up all my muscles as I anticipate what's coming next. The wall greets my back the same way as always... coldly. His fist comes towards me and hits the wall. As his anger disintegrates, his looks come back and I pull him towards me. His lips hungrily meet mine and we move around the room, knocking things over to get to the sofa. He pulls my shorts off me quickly while I move his boxers with my feet.

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I watch as he brings the bottle back up to his mouth, his Adam apple moving as he swallows the other half of the bottle. I turn so he can see my profile better and smile invitingly at him.
Half an hour later we are sat on two deck chairs in the middle of the highway -- a bottle of stolen vodka between us. Our faces connected and his hands running through my hair.

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Two hours later and we're sat on the sofa, fully clothed and ignoring each other. He's lent back, relaxed and I've got my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. I get up and go and sit down away from him. The hallway. It's not like I can get anywhere else without what happened earlier happening again. I turn my head to look at the poor excuse for flowers on a table at the end of the hall. I tried to make this horrible four room... thing, for lack of better word, more homely and it just didn't continue.
I feel his presence, and hear it, and I look. He has the same smile I have seen so many times before. The same teddy bear and the same plastic rose in his hands. I take them and he walks through to the bedroom.
I look into the joint kitchen, dining, living room and think of past times. I see us being loving. Making out on the floor, but caring, not like now. Now, it's something of anger, hatred. But security. Because we both have no one else.

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I shoot another ball into the pocket, ignoring yet another slap on my ass.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
I hear a voice and I look up. Joe is heading towards the guy I'm playing against, his fist ready. "Joe. Don't."
"Don't tell me what to do." He turns to the guy and punches him, hard. "Don't talk to my girl."
"Your girl? Dude, she's no ones."
Another punch. A retaliation. Punch. Fall. Crack.
"Stop it!" I'm ignored and I turn to face the inside of the club, so I can't see them beat the crap out of each other.

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He picks my bag up and I smile at him. His hand caresses my face and he smiles, properly. I smile back but as his falls mine does too. I turn and walk straight through. I hear him follow and I speed up. The bag falls to the floor and he starts yelling at me. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door holding it so he can't get in. The tears fall down my face as I realise I fell for it again.

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Mental
• Demi
• Joe
• Jonas
• Lovato
• Loss
• Difficult