Trying to look relevant?
I swallow the knot in my throat, tremors running through my body.
Brian
I saw your stupid video.
You fucking him?
My stomach turns into an endless pit of nerves.
Brian
He’s a freak, and those scars make him look fucking disgusting.
That’s your new content?
You’re ruining what we built.
Waves of pins and needles radiate throughout my body, making my hands tremble with anger, fear, andguilt.
Brian
You wouldn’t have a platform without me.
Don’t start thinking you can do this alone.
A lone tear escapes before I can stop it.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Brian
Delete it.
Now.
I finally break. A quiet sob escapes my lips, but just as quickly, my palm shoots up, covering my mouth, so Reed doesn’t hear me in case he walks back inside.
Brian
You’re mine.
We’ll fix this when you get home.
He tries to call me, but I decline his call as another text pings through.
Brian
Answer your fucking phone when I call you.
My phone vibrates violently in my palm again.
Incoming call from Brian.
I hit decline, again.
I suddenly feel insignificant again, shrunken into the tiny version of myself he created, maintained, and prodded around when it suited him.
