After we posted the photo, we didn’t check the internet at all for hours. All the information we know is from what Elijah and Amelia tell us. We just desire to disappear, not wanting to hear anyone’s whines and complaints.
Every call I receive, I leave it for my voice mail, and every text message that pops onto my screen, I block.
I’m tired of following rules like a damn puppet. I’m going to do whatever the hell I want. If that means posting a sexy picture with my mystery girlfriend, then I’ll do exactly that.
What created even more confusion and chaos is the fact that there isn’t a caption to go with the picture. Just my sexy girlfriend straddling me.
Trinity looked nervous most of the day after posting the photo. She kept biting her long nails and running her hands through her hair. I told her not to fear anything.
No one knows it’s her. How can they hurt her? I’ll keep her anonymous for however long she wants. I understand why she’s nervous. Heck, I would be too.
People are cruel when they’re jealous. To be honest, I am nervous to look at the comments myself. If I see one negative comment about her, I’ll lose it. I’ll say something I’ll regret and get myself and the band in trouble.
When Trinity goes home, I open my Instagram account and start scrolling through the comments. I tend to not look through them because of all the bullshit people say, but fuck it. This time, I want to see what people are saying about her. Luckily, this post didn’t attract haters. They’re just mostly panicked about me not being available anymore, like they ever had a chance with me.
I am just lounging on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when my siblings barge in. I’m not in the mood for company, but they couldn’t give two shits.
“So, you want to talk about what went down last night?” Amelia says in front of me.
“What’s there to talk about?” I shrug and keep my stare on the bright screen ahead of me. “I posted a picture of me and my girlfriend.”
“How is it still up?” Elijah’s voice drips with wonder.
I drop my phone on the bed beside me and let out a sigh. Looks like I’ll have to continue my reading later. “I changed my password, and now, the team isn’t able to access it.”
“You’re too smart for your own good,” Amelia muses. “We should make our own Instagram page that we run by ourselves,” she says, thinking out loud.
I perk up at the sound of that.
“We could post a bunch of shit on there,” Elijah adds in. He voices his excitement. “We could have all the freedom we crave!”
I like the sound of that … just us three siblings goofing off and showing the world who we really are.
“Let’s do it,” I say to the two.
“Yay! This will be so fun. I’ll make it right now!” Amelia squeals before tapping rapidly on her phone.
“That picture, bro,” Elijah mumbles to me. Smirking, he punches my shoulder. “That was fuckin’ hot. You got the entire world screaming.”
It was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
I fiddle with a ring around one of my fingers. “People are going crazy, huh?”
“You got girls shitting bricks. If you thought they tried hard before, you should see all the pics that you’re tagged in now.” He laughs and slaps my knee. “Don’t know how they’re not getting taken down. Let me just say that—”
“Is Trinity freaking out?” Amelia grumbles while she works, ignoring our brother. “People are like detectives. They’ll find her eventually and break her down into the ground.”
That day will be hard. I never want that negativity to go to Trinity. I know the hate will get to her. It even gets hard for me sometimes. But you eventually get used to it and tune out the hate. Her face will be on every single tabloid and news article. They’ll call her names and hate her stunning body.
I don’t think she’ll ever be ready for that, but it’s bound to happen if she’s in my future.
“She’s nervous, but I told her she’ll be fine for now.”
Nodding, she continues to work. “Just made the Instagram account,” Amelia says before showing us her screen.
She set the profile picture to a photograph taken by our mom one day. The three of us sit on a roof, looking up at the sky. I remember that day like it was yesterday. We were trying to hide from the team. The only place where we could find peace was on the roof. Mom found us a couple minutes later. I swear that lady has some sort of tracker in our brains …
“What picture should we post?” Elijah asks.
