“What the fuck was that?” Amelia asks, shocked. Her eyes are wide with terror as she glances down at Dad.
“Showing that piece of shit what happens when he talks bad about my girlfriend,” I spit out more for Dad.
I can’t control my anger. I need to get out of here. I’m afraid I might say something I’ll regret to someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Pulling back from my sister, I spin around and stride to the door.
“Before you go, Leonidas, I have news I need to share,” his voice practically growls.
I don’t meet his glare; I give him my back. He doesn’t deserve shit, and that also includes my attention.
“You’ve caused so much trouble that the label can’t trust you anymore. They expect you back in LA in a week. Pack your stuff and be ready to go.”
My stomach turns. What will happen to Trinity? This wasn’t supposed to occur.
“If you don’t come, they’ll come to get you, so I suggest you follow their orders.”
* * *
My eyes glare at the paper clutched tightly in my hand. I think about the first day I came into this town. How I hated it and wanted to escape. Now, I would do anything to stay. I want to live a normal life with Trinity, but an Instagram picture has taken that away.
I want to laugh. This is just my luck. I didn’t think the label would want us back in LA. I didn’t think they would be this mad. Most of all, I don’t want to leave Trinity here all by herself. It pains me to think about her always looking toward my house and finding it empty.
It looks like our hearts will be filled with emptiness for a long time until I figure my shit out.
FORTY-FIVE
TRINITY
The moment I see Amelia, I know something’s wrong. She leans against my doorframe with a grim look on her face. Dark bags invade the skin under her eyes, making her look skinnier and tired.
I’ve never seen her like this. She’s usually happy. Bouncing around and laughing about everything. But as she stands in front of me, I don’t see the Amelia I’m familiar with. Something is definitely wrong because when tears coat her brown eyes, I fill with sadness.
“What’s wrong, Amelia?” I pull her body into mine.
I tighten my arms around her when I feel her body shake against mine. Amelia’s face presses against my shoulder as she lets out a sigh.
“Amelia, you’re scaring me.”
She stays quiet against me for a while. I listen as her breaths slow down, and she’s left sniffling. When she pulls away from my body, my eyes find hers.
“Something bad has happened, Trinity. Something terrible.”
My body stills. “What happened, Amelia?”
Shaking her head, she licks her chapped lips. “I think Leonidas should be the one to tell you.”
I nod my head. Confusion is written all over my face.
My hand finds the doorknob. Pulling the front door shut behind me, I follow Amelia all the way across the lawn to her home.
“He’s in his room,” she mutters to me.
Her head is turned downward. She doesn’t meet my stare, which scares the hell out of me. I miss the Amelia I’ve grown to be best friends with. She’s fun and outgoing. Now, she’s upset, and she looks nervous. I nod at her even though she’s not looking at me. I rush past her, striding up the stairs two at a time to get to my boyfriend faster.
I don’t know what happened, but the glum feeling in the house is suffocating. I don’t knock on his door. I push it open in a hurry and spot him at his desk. He stares forward. His finger taps the desk. I smile softly when he glances over his shoulder. I’ve never seen someone get up from a chair faster before in my life than Leonidas. He practically runs to me. Scooping me into his arms, he lets out a relieved breath.
“Leonidas, what’s the matter?” I mutter into his shoulder. Cupping the back of his head, I fiddle with his silky hair.
