Irreplaceable {1}

Chapter 21

There was a video.

It wasn't a lot, it was mostly me trying to get away from the guy, and Scott standing between us, then everyone trying not to let them fight. It was blurry and there was too much shouting. You could not tell Scott or Roxy were there, but my face was clear.

The only part of the video that was clear.

We waited a couple days to say anything and everyone at work looked at me like I was a bomb waiting to explode. I was on edge yes, and now that I was at the office full time it was worse. The only really good things that were happening was that I was going to visit Leo for a week on Friday and I had got all my exams marks back and passed all my finals.

Even my pod-mates didn't speak a lot to me. Kyle asked if I was okay once, and I basically snapped at him asking if he really thought I was okay, but no one asked again after so it worked.

My supervisor noted that I was being left out of things, I could see the concern in her face, but she didn't say anything. My work was still being completed ahead of time and up to their standards. So she couldn't say anything.

Around Thursday was when one of the publicist team members came over after work to help me post something. They decided we needed to act on this one a little more aggressively.

For this one we didn't post a photo, we posted text which she helped type out and make a little more official. It read as follows:

'Following the events of last weekend, I'm sure everyone has seen the video. Upsetting that I not only was forced into a situation where I was uncomfortable, held without consent when I tried to leave, and yelled at by someone who's name I don't even know. But now that situation is permanently circulating around online to remind me that not even my own friends have my best interests in mind.

Please take down the video, wherever you see it. Something that traumatizing does not need to be on the Internet and shown to other people who have also experienced similar situations. It can be triggering, and they deserve so much better.'

I almost deleted the app off my phone after that. I couldn't even exit because the little popups while I was in Instagram were making me a little angry. Comments were all over the place, lots of people agreed with me but there was the few odd person that was being rude and saying I needed to suck it up and stop being such a baby.

The publicist person took over then, on their computer. Blocking everyone who made a bad comment. She was so good she even blocked the post from being shared onto people's stories so they couldn't share their opinions with their friends.

It took a couple hours for it to calm down, and she promised she would keep monitoring it over the weekend. I was able to log out of my app and forget about it till Friday morning at work.

Penny was waiting for me when I walked in. She looked super nervous.

I raised an eyebrow, "good morning?"

"You look far to happy, so you must not have checked Instagram yet today."

My stomach sank at her words, "oh god, please tell me its not bad."

She took a deep breath, "Amara did not like your post."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "can you show me?"

We both sat at my desk and Penny showed me on her phone. Amara had posted that she was not to blame for the video and I should have left it alone.

Penny clicked on the comments though and read me a few. "This one is calling her out for exposing herself. This one says she is really to blame for your terrible night. This person said that she deserved to be manhandled instead of you. Basically most of them are defending you."