Thunderstorm

{ Damon }

It’s been a week since my arrest and I realize that Aiden was right, as always. We’re going viral.

I’ve tried to stay away from my phone as much as possible, but it’s impossible when it’s the ONLY thing I can do to keep my brain active. But every single headline I see in there is pure fucking bullshit.

“Harry Carrington protects his sexual abuser son”. Yeah, losers, because he loves me.

“Tundra Models was a front for human trafficking”. No, it fucking wasn’t.

“Berenice Carrington is pregnant”. She’s not, but I guess she’s looking fat lately.

“Damon Carrington has the psychopath face physiognomy” I fucking don’t, I checked.

“The most beautiful family in the country,” some call us. “What are their secrets?” they all want to know.

I hope they don’t find them.

But the attention on us hasn’t stopped. Now our house is surrounded by private security after a group of feminists came to vandalize it. They threw red paint and stones with hate messages written on the