When in Sochi

Revelation ♡

I let him kiss my face and my neck and I even let his hands roam a little.

"I absolutely adore you when you're a hot mess."

"What if I told you I was 16?" I said nonchalantly. "Just hypothetically speaking..."

JR didn't really seem to make much notice of it. "Haha, you're definitely NOT 16. If you are, then, oh."

He continued to massage me and caress me.

"What do you mean 'oh?'"

He shrugged. "You know... 'Oh'."

I nodded. And I got it. He wouldn't love me if I was 16.

"And you can't be 16," he chuckled. "You're my publicist, you're older than me."

"But for the record?" I asked him and looked at him inquiringly. "If I am 16.... Will you still want me?"

I can tell JR was trying to use his words carefully.

"Not only will I want. I'll still love you. I mean, you LOOK pretty young right now, you can even low key pass as a 16 year old."

I kissed him. "Thank you. That's all I needed to know." Then I burrowed into him and he removed his shirt and pants.

"I just want to sleep with you," I whispered in the darkness. "Not fuck, not have sex. Just to sleep... Peacefully in your arms all night. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, that's perfectly alright," he snickered playfully as I cozied up on top of him.

We lay there in silence since he knew that I was deep in thought. He watched me as I stared out at the Northern Lights.

Why won't I change back? Maybe if I sleep, will I become 16 again? Do I really WANT to be 16 again? Well, I kinda want a re-do button for the 10 year span between 16 and 26. I don't like the person I've become. I heard the buzz of a phone.

"Sorry that was mine," JR said. "It was just some Amber Alert."

"Just some Amber Alert," I gasped. "Let me see. Poor girl..."

Kidnappings and missing children fascinate me. Not in a pedophilic way, but it just does.

He handed me his phone and right when I saw it, my mouth dropped open.

AMBER ALERT: 16 YEAR OLD GIRL KIRA YOUNG FROM SEWARD, ALASKA REPORTED MISSING THREE DAYS AGO. ALL PACIFIC, TRANSATLANTIC AND ARCTIC REGIONS ARE IN RED ALERT.

"Hey she has your name," JR said nonchalantly while looking over my shoulder. "What a coincidence."

"Yeah..." I replied in an airy voice. "Coincidence. Poor girl."

I wanted to slap JR in the face. Is he really too thick to see it?! To see that I'M the missing girl?! I don't think he got it. But he came from UC Berkeley, the thought should have at least crossed his mind. But if it did, he probably just kept it to himself so as not to freak me out.

Immediately, I thought about my parents. What would they say? They're probably worried sick. What if this is some kind of elaborate test by God to make me fix this on my own? Well, how SHOULD I fix it? Maybe I should start by finding out who's writing these nasty things about me. Who else would I have told that I'm 16? Who could've known that I slept with JR? Who took those pictures when I was with Apolo? And who keeps framing me for stealing US Weekly's ideas and sending it over to People?

Suddenly, a single word of revelation emerged out of my lips.

"GRETCHEN."