“Lily, what’s going on?” Daisy asks, her voice tight.
Daisy, my parents—Oh my God, my father? His company… the guilt plows through me. They’re watching this. Everyone is watching this.
Melissa stirs from her corner, tugging her earbuds out and eyeing the screen. Oxygen refuses me. I shake my head again and again like this is a dream. I want to wake up. This can’t be real. But the words on the TV run through my head over and over and over.Sex addict. Sex addict. Sex addict.
This can’t be happening.
How much shame have I brought to my family?
“Lo,” I say a little louder, fixated on the TV as tears begin to scald my cheeks. “Lo!” I cry, terrified about what this means, as I process just how badly this is going to hurt everyone.
My phone buzzes beside me and the first text sends a knife in my gut.
Whore– Unknown.
It begins to explode in a rapid-fire wave of inflammatory messages. My eyes burn, and I choke on either a breath or a sob. “Lo!”
“I’m right here, Lil.” How long has he been on the couch? He turns me so that I face him, no longer absorbed by the newsfeed.
His hands touch my face, and he tries to wipe away the tears but I can’t stop crying. My chest constricts, and I sob into my palms. He draws me to his chest.
“You’re okay,” he says, rocking me a little, but there’s pain in his voice.
The plane feels too small. I don’t have enough air or space or lungs to battle this kind of affliction. I have ruined my family. It’s all I can think. It’s all I feel. I have spent years keeping my addiction a secret so that they wouldn’t bear the humiliation and disgrace. Their daughter is disgusting. I’m disgusting…
My mother…how will she look at me after this? How will Daisy?
“Lo, it hurts.” I try to take full breaths, but they’re sporadic and filled with so much desperation. I just want it to end. I want to fly the plane back and start over. We were headed home in triumph. We defeated Spring Break without giving into our vices.
Tonight was supposed to be about Lo and me together. And now…this…
I want to disintegrate, to flutter away and never wake up again.
“You’re okay,” Lo says, pulling me onto his lap. His arm swoops around my waist as he holds me tight to his chest. I can’t look anywhere but at my hands. They seem so empty all of a sudden. And then he grabs them and squeezes tight. “I have you.”
But I am falling so quickly.
I am drowning, Lo.
I don’t think I want to come up for air this time.
I’m not sure I can.
“We have a former captain of the Penn soccer team, Mason Nix, here to give a statement about Lily Calloway.”
This can’t be happening.
“Turn it off!” Lo yells.
But as Lo and Ryke struggle to find the remote that is lost in the depths of the cushions, I hear the past bleed into my ears.
“I slept with her when she was eighteen. My entire team did. She wasn’t just willing—she wanted it.” This is his payback. Was he the leak? We still don’t know. This one statement could just be revenge for being thrown over the hood of my car.
I can barely move. A single tear slides along Lo’s cheek. He wipes it quickly as he catches me watching. “Hey,” he whispers. “It’s okay, Lil.”
But my tears brim and burn. “You can’t be sad if it’s true,” I whisper back.
He stays strong and reaches out to touch my cheek. He kisses my lips, but I don’t feel the power in them that I usually do. My heart does not flutter. I am just sinking.
