Broken

Chapter One: Tweets? As in... Twitter?

"I can't believe this is happening this is happening to me." I sobbed.

"Katrina, it's not that bad." Jordan's deep voice floated to my ears.

"Everyone and their mothers know about it. Don't lie to me."

"It's not even that big of a deal. We can handle it."

"Every major channel is covering it. I'm the laughing stock of the world." I sobbed. A single, pitiful tear flowed down my cheek. I could already tell my light mascara was running and beginning to clump in the corner of my eyes. And it wasn't waterproof.

"You know I'm here for you, Princess. I'll take care of this."

"Of course you will. When you do great things you get applauded. When I try I get death threats. Jordan it's 2115 and nothing has changed for people like me." I waved my dark hand in his face before shuffling my contracts and business reports out of the way and forcing my head deeper into my palms

"They're just jealous of your talent."

"What talent? I'm worthless."

"You have a net worth of $20.7 billion, baby."

"If I am so valuable, then why are people so eager to kill me? They don't give a shit about my net worth. "

"They just don't want to see you succeed," Jordan said softly. I felt like his daughter, his words felt so familiar.

"Maybe I should just kill myself. That'll get everyone's attention. And then those people will be happier without me and-"

"NO!" Jordan violently spun me around so I faced him head on. My whole body caved in as a response.

"Don't you ever say that again. Do you hear me? Never think like that."

"It wouldn't be soon. Maybe a month or two left. I'll give you plenty of hints. Or they'll beat me to it and murder me in my sleep. Either way works for me at this point."

"They won't win. They're just a bunch of petty trolls. The police are tracking them as we speak."

"And then what? They run an entire website will thousands of subscribers against my mere existence."

"We'll shut down the website."

"Jordan this is America. Freedom of speech and all that. They can't control the people who support them. These people can easily create and advertise for their own website. EverybodyHatesKatrina.com. KillKatrina.com. HurricaneKatrinaPartTwo dot fucking com."

"You're showered with more love than hate, babe. Those thousands can't compare to the millions who support and adore you." He kissed my forehead. I covered my face into my elbow even deeper.

"So you admit that thousands of people hate me."

"Katrina, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known," Jordan ignored me. " You're smart and funny and strong. You're super hot, like wow, and we look great together. We are great together. This," he pointed between us, "this is a unit. I'm not leaving you. You ain't leaving me. I'm going to marry you and we're going to have super hot, super smart kids and they'll dominate the world like us."

"I know, but--"

"No buts. I'll cover your papers today, you just relax a little bit." Soft pillows of pink pressed against mine and then his warmth was gone.

I should've been more mature about it, I was almost a twenty-one-year-old woman, but it kept nagging at me throughout the day. This was definitely the trough of my career. I was Katrina Michaels, world renown time-traveler and co-founder of the Santa Monica Institute of Scientific Studies and Observation (commonly referred to as SMISSO). I was the rags-to-riches, the orphan-turned-billionairess story everyone loved to hear. I was black Cinderella pretty much. Many people looked up to me and my accomplishments, I was well aware of that, but like any established person there were the downsides. I had a higher dislike rate amongst white men than my partner (in life and work) Dr. Jordan Daniels. Not that I really care what they think, I'm mean, men are trash anyway, but sometimes they aren't wrong. IN fact, everything they say is right and I can't ignore the facts. If I did I wouldn't be where I am today, right?