I immediately think about the picture Mom took a couple months ago. The three of us were running onto a stage. It doesn’t show our faces, only our backs. It describes us perfectly.
It’s the best Instagram picture of us rebelling, running free with no care in the world.
I want to get our trashy team pissed. I want them so mad that they’ll have fucking nightmares. Nothing will compare to how horrible they’ve been treating us.
I show them the picture I have in mind. They both nod impatiently with a clap of their hands.
Yet, as I was searching through my pictures, I realized something about myself. I never smile in pictures unless it’s with Trinity. That girl makes me fucking giggle like a schoolgirl. I’m doomed for life.
“Perfect,” Amelia says once she’s set everything up.
Immediate pleasure takes over every single bone in my body when she presses the Post button.
“I love causing chaos,” all of us say at the same time.
My eyes glare at the two of them.Stupid triplets shit.
* * *
It’s been a couple of hours since the gang and I uploaded the picture on Instagram. We’ve disconnected ourselves from the internet once again, and we have been enjoying time to ourselves.
That is, until she texts.
Excitement shoots up my spine, making me sit up straight as my heartbeat quickens. Only she can do that to my body. I love it.
Trinity: Come to the tree house. I’m ready.
FORTY-TWO
TRINITY
Looking at the white clouds above me, I can’t help but relate to them. One moment, they can be peaceful … and in a flash, they’re dark and stormy. Sounds like my life. Everyone says after a storm, there’s a rainbow. He makes me feel like I’m close to my rainbow.
Thinking about Simba hurts so much. I try to stop the sadness from consuming me, but it’s hard. Leonidas helps me though, and even though we’ve just gone through a rough patch in our relationship, it will only strengthen us in the end.
My dad made me into the person I was before he passed. I changed after he died and hated everything and everyone around me. I want the old Trinity back. I want to smile and be able to dance to my boyfriend’s songs. I want this more than anything. I need to move on.
I want to make Dad proud.
I turn my head toward the tree house door fast when I hear rapid footsteps pounding on the forest floor. Seconds or maybe even milliseconds later, Leonidas’s head pops into my vision.
His eyes bore into mine. As I stare back equally hard, his mouth lifts into a smile. “You sure?”
I nod my head in response. I’m ready.
His entire body comes into my view. I watch as he slowly walks toward me, plopping down beside me.
He grips my thigh in his hold. “Where do you want to start?”
To be honest, I have no idea. I never thought about this so deeply.Where do I want to start?
“What do you think?” I ask him softly.
Biting his lip, he stares straight ahead. “How about I sing you a song?”
I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows tightly.
I caught snippets of his voice when he sang by accident. It was always velvety smooth and deep. A richness that’s thicker than the darkest dark chocolate out there.
