I wanted my sister home asap. She was flying in this afternoon and we couldn’t get her in our arms soon enough.
The maelstrom has been fucking incredible. Melanie’s been profiled in Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, all those publications focusing on the salacious parts of her story, painting her as a “porn star” when in fact, she’s never performed professionally. It was all because of that leaked audition tape.
But celebrity is cruel. The press has taken to calling her “Trinity” and her answers have been getting sassier and more confident. She’s saying things like, “Women own their bodies and if they want to make a little money, why not?” Holy cow. What had become of our innocent little girl?
When Melanie showed up at our doorstep, Saxon and I were on her in a second, helping her in, settling her on the couch. She looked tired and I was again reminded of her relative youth. In the magazine profiles she’d been doused in make-up, her hair blown-out straight so that she looked at least twenty-five. Here, out of the public glare she was eighteen again, our little sister to be protected and cherished.
“Baby,” said Saxon, “how have you been holding up?”
“Oh god,” she sighed, leaning her head against his bicep. “Not good,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry, I ended up taking leave from school and they said they couldn’t refund tuition for this semester, not even part of it,” she continued sadly.
I kissed her head.
“Don’t even worry about the refund,” I rumbled. “We don’t care about the lost tuition. The more important question is, how are you?”
She closed her eyes as if letting herself rest for the first time in two weeks, breathing shallowly, tears gathering beneath her eyelids.
“Sax, Stryke,” she said sadly. “Am I done for? Will I always be Trinity now, and not Melanie? Because you know that’s how I’m publicly known.”
We didn’t know what to say. The truth was yeah, she was probably barred from gainful employment forever more, the best she could do was probably as a waitress or working retail. Because what respectable corporation would hire a former porno star? Background checks these days are crazy rigorous.
But we didn’t want to get into it just now. We wanted her to feel better, to become whole again, after the messed-up turn in her life.
“Honey,” I said, smoothing her hair back. “Why don’t you get some rest, you must be tired after the long flight. We’ll talk about it after dinner.”
And I saw that she was nodding off already, weary and slumped, the stress and tension melting from her slender frame for the first time in weeks. Slowly, Saxon picked her up and we deposited her on the big bed in our room, her small form dwarfed by the huge circular mattress.
Once the door was closed, Sax turned to me.
“Fuck brother,” he growled. “She’s so tiny, she’s lost weight for sure. Any update on who did this?”
I sighed. The truth was painfully simple and heartbreaking.
“Her roommate,” I said. “A girl named Lauren. Melly thinks they’re best friends, but Lauren videotaped the audition on her cell and sold it,” I said.
“Well, let’s fuck her up then,” growled my twin, and I nodded. The bitch was in for it.