ROXY'S POV
miss.roxy: Give it up, Shariah.
Who does she think she is? "They won't be so secret anymore." Is she threatening me?
irl.chance.bergio: It's not Shariah...
irl.chance.bergio: You'd be stupid if to think that I'd actually reveal myself...
irl.chance.bergio: If you want to keep your secrets secret, do what I tell you to.
miss.roxy: Are you threatening me?
irl.chance.bergio: Do you even know what a threat is?
miss.roxy: Just continue.
irl.chance.bergio: First step, starve yourself. Drew won't love you if you're fat. You've been gaining a couple pounds.
I go over to my mirror and lift up my shirt.
I guess I could lose some weight.
miss.roxy: Fine.
I can't take any chances.
I don't know what information they have.
Do they know I was kicked out of my house?
Are they going to spill what I used to do on tour?
Are they going to keep bringing up the Mike thing?
Do they know about what Drew and I were before we dated?
Do they know about the journal?
Whatever the hell they know, isn't worth the entire world finding out.
Yes they're a small and fairly new account, but information on the internet spreads like a wildfire.
If keeping my pride means only drinking protein shakes for the next couple weeks then so be it.
I need to protect myself.
I need to protect my family.
But above all, I need to protect Drew.
I put my arms around him.
"I love you so fucking much." I said.
"I love you more, baby girl." He said kissing me.
