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fell asleep almost immediately. I got cleaned up in the bathroom then slipped into bed. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the latest gossip. I was surprised to see a new post titled: Svet and Sledge Done? I clicked on it.
The original poster claimed to have a source at the hospital Sledge was taken to. According to the source, a mysterious redhead paced around the halls of the hospital, desperately waiting for news on Sledge’s condition. Later, the two were seen whispering intimately in front of the neonatal unit.
I sat straight up in bed. What the hell? They were clearly talking about me. The post already had fifty replies. Strangers congratulated me on landing Sledge and warned me to steer clear of Svetlana. They claimed she had connections to Russian gangsters who would find me and make me pay for slighting the Russian beauty.
It was unbelievable. I never thought I’d end up the subject of the site’s gossip. Of course there were a lot of things I thought were impossible up until tonight.
I chewed on my lip. This could be a disaster waiting to happen. What if they identified me? The girls on the site were obsessed with digging into the personal lives of the player’s girlfriends. They didn’t hesitate to cyberstalk them. Some of them even stalked the players’ girlfriends in real life. They wouldn’t stop until they dug up every piece of gossip they could find about me. Every skeleton, every mistake, they would all be exposed.
And worst of all: what if my parents found out?
7
I woke up early the next morning. It was Sunday and Astrid was still asleep. Before I got out of bed, I grabbed my phone. I opened it up to the message board. The posting about the end of Svetlana and Sledge now had over six hundred comments. I was terrified to open the link. I knew they were hunting down my identity that very moment. Terrified of what they would uncover, I opened the link to the last page of comments.
The first thing I saw was a blurry photo of me from the side. The comment below read: ‘She was at the game last night! I was trying to snap a photo of Sledge and saw her in the locker room. Security threw me out before I could get too close. I snapped this pic before being tossed out. P.S. I also got some sweet pics of Harley and the guys naked! If you want to see them, send me a private message.’
The comments that followed were speculating on my identity. Several people wanted to know if I’d been ID’d yet. They hadn’t succeeded, but it was only a matter of time.
I reached for the desk where I kept my pills. Two things struck me at once: one, my pills were still in the possession of Astrid; and two, I hadn’t taken one last night. It was rare for me to make it through an evening without taking any pills. Maybe Astrid was right. Getting out and living a little had done wonders for my anxiety. Of course, I wasn’t cured. My anxiety was back in full force this morning and my pills were missing.
“Astrid!”
I threw my pillow at her sleeping body.
“What?” she mumbled, half asleep.
“What did you do with my pills?”
“You’re what?”
“My pills. I need to take them.”
“I’ll get them for you later. Let me sleep.”
“I need then now,” I said like a petulant child.
She lifted her head up. Her hair hung in her eyes. She squinted at me. “You’re really jonesing for those pills, huh?” she said with disapproval.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re wrong- I’m not addicted. I just need them. It’s doctor’s orders. I’m supposed to take them every day.”
This wasn’t exactly true. I was only supposed to take a pill when I felt anxious.
“They’re in my bag,” she replied.
I grabbed her handbag and started to rummage through it. It was full of receipts, spare change, tampons and condoms. No pills. I emptied her purse upside down and sifted through the trash. My pill bottle was not among her things.
“It’s not here,” I said
The original poster claimed to have a source at the hospital Sledge was taken to. According to the source, a mysterious redhead paced around the halls of the hospital, desperately waiting for news on Sledge’s condition. Later, the two were seen whispering intimately in front of the neonatal unit.
I sat straight up in bed. What the hell? They were clearly talking about me. The post already had fifty replies. Strangers congratulated me on landing Sledge and warned me to steer clear of Svetlana. They claimed she had connections to Russian gangsters who would find me and make me pay for slighting the Russian beauty.
It was unbelievable. I never thought I’d end up the subject of the site’s gossip. Of course there were a lot of things I thought were impossible up until tonight.
I chewed on my lip. This could be a disaster waiting to happen. What if they identified me? The girls on the site were obsessed with digging into the personal lives of the player’s girlfriends. They didn’t hesitate to cyberstalk them. Some of them even stalked the players’ girlfriends in real life. They wouldn’t stop until they dug up every piece of gossip they could find about me. Every skeleton, every mistake, they would all be exposed.
And worst of all: what if my parents found out?
7
I woke up early the next morning. It was Sunday and Astrid was still asleep. Before I got out of bed, I grabbed my phone. I opened it up to the message board. The posting about the end of Svetlana and Sledge now had over six hundred comments. I was terrified to open the link. I knew they were hunting down my identity that very moment. Terrified of what they would uncover, I opened the link to the last page of comments.
The first thing I saw was a blurry photo of me from the side. The comment below read: ‘She was at the game last night! I was trying to snap a photo of Sledge and saw her in the locker room. Security threw me out before I could get too close. I snapped this pic before being tossed out. P.S. I also got some sweet pics of Harley and the guys naked! If you want to see them, send me a private message.’
The comments that followed were speculating on my identity. Several people wanted to know if I’d been ID’d yet. They hadn’t succeeded, but it was only a matter of time.
I reached for the desk where I kept my pills. Two things struck me at once: one, my pills were still in the possession of Astrid; and two, I hadn’t taken one last night. It was rare for me to make it through an evening without taking any pills. Maybe Astrid was right. Getting out and living a little had done wonders for my anxiety. Of course, I wasn’t cured. My anxiety was back in full force this morning and my pills were missing.
“Astrid!”
I threw my pillow at her sleeping body.
“What?” she mumbled, half asleep.
“What did you do with my pills?”
“You’re what?”
“My pills. I need to take them.”
“I’ll get them for you later. Let me sleep.”
“I need then now,” I said like a petulant child.
She lifted her head up. Her hair hung in her eyes. She squinted at me. “You’re really jonesing for those pills, huh?” she said with disapproval.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re wrong- I’m not addicted. I just need them. It’s doctor’s orders. I’m supposed to take them every day.”
This wasn’t exactly true. I was only supposed to take a pill when I felt anxious.
“They’re in my bag,” she replied.
I grabbed her handbag and started to rummage through it. It was full of receipts, spare change, tampons and condoms. No pills. I emptied her purse upside down and sifted through the trash. My pill bottle was not among her things.
“It’s not here,” I said
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