You're Perfect to Me

Desirai Monroe(Dessi) has always had a pretty bad life. At the age of 4, her father started abusing her. At the age of 13, her father killed her mother right in front of her. He was arrested for child abuse when she was 14. Nobody knew about the murder of her mother. He made it look like a suicide, and everyone believed it. He was imprisoned for 5 years and Dessi went into a foster care until she met her boyfriend Travis, and moved in with him. Not long after that, she discovered he was her worst nightmare. Once she escapes she meets five of the most famous in the world. Will they be able to help her?
(Recommended age: 14+)

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8. A Way to Kill the Fear

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~Liam's POV~

It was two weeks since Desirai had got those calls. Things were pretty good between us, nothing awkward anymore. She told me about her cheeks, and the story behind why they were sensitive. It was pretty sad, but I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about it. I'm the only one, other than Anne and Mel, who really knows about it. I guess you could say we were dating, but it wasn't official.

Apparently Harry likes Dessi too, a lot. He confessed it the other night while we were playing Truth or Dare. I'm still mad at him. But for what? Nothing really, he just doesn't deserve Dessi. He thinks that he would actually have a chance with her. Melinda and Dessi were pretty much sisters now. They would stay over at each other’s houses and anyone within hearing range wouldn't get a wink of sleep. They were best friends, or as they say, "Homies". I thought it was pretty cute. *Flash to reality*

"Liam! Go wake up your girlfriend! She still has to pack!" Mel called from the kitchen, putting emphasis on the word “girlfriend”. We are leaving for the U.S/Canada/Mexico tour in 42 hours and Dessi still has to pack. She didn't have a choice, she was like family now. She had to come and I’m glad she was.

"Okay! And she isn't my girlfriend!" I called back to her as I ran up the stairs. "Uh huh.." Mel said, obviously amused.

I walked into Dessi's room and she looked like she was in the bathroom, which was weird because she usually comes downstairs as soon as she wakes up. I decided to wait for her. I walked around the room, looking at pictures and other things that happened to be in the room. The room changed quite a bit, it wasn't "Gemma's old room" anymore. It was officially Dessi's.

The bed sheets were different, the walls were painted deep blue, and there were new pictures hanging on the walls; mostly of her and Mel making silly faces. It had changed a lot, but it was nice. It matched Dessi’s personality.


I put my ear up to the bathroom door, I didn't hear anything. Was Dessi even in there? "Hello?" Nothing. "Dessi?" Still nothing. I shook the door handle, it was locked. "Dessi!!" I yelled throwing myself at the door.

"Go away!" I heard her whimper. She was crying. I got really worried. "Dessi! Open this door now!" I yelled. No answer. I threw myself at the door over and over again. My shoulder was throbbing badly. I threw myself at the door again. The door finally flung open. Dessi was sitting on the floor in the corner; sobbing.

"Dessi? What's wrong?!" I stepped towards her, but then stopped dead in my tracks. There was blood, and lots of it, coming from little slits in her wrists. "No.. No! Dessi!" and ran to her and kneeled down by her. "Dessi.. Why?" I held her hands out so I could see her wrists. There were endless scars and cuts on both of her arms. The scars from her phone's glass screen had faded, but fresh cuts covered them. They covered both her arms from her wrists, to her elbows. Some scars looked a week old, some looked only a day old. "Please don't tell." She whispered looking into my eyes. She looked terrified and was shaking.

I picked her up and set her on the counter next to the sink; I rinsed water over her wrists and wrapped thin cotton bandages around them. She didn’t say a word while I did so. I remembered when I was cleaning class from her arms the day that I kissed her, her wrists were clean and untouched except for the glass. I wanted to cry. "Dessi..?" I took a deep breath. "Why?"

"It was a way to escape everything; a way to kill the fear and pain on the inside. " She whispered. "Why do you care?"

"Dessi! Why wouldn't I care?!" I shouted. She had to understand that I was falling for her and would give the world for her.

"Liam.. No one likes a girl with scars." A single tear fell from her eye. "I do. I really like you. I'm falling for you Dessi! I'm crazy about you! I wouldn't trade you for anything." She looked up at me. "Dessi.. I want to help you, you need it." She looked away. "Liam I don't want help."

"Dessi.. I don’t care, you need it. I will help you. You have no choice."

"Fine" She muttered.

"And you're still going on tour! I need you with us. You need to be there, you're family, Dessi." I held her hand and kissed her. "I won't tell anyone if you promise to never to do this again." She hesitated. "Okay. I promise."

"Okay, good. I'll pack your stuff, you go clean up." I smiled at her, our hands still intertwined. She half-smiled back. I rubbed my thumb across a few of her old scars. She smiled and blushed then kissed me.

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