When it was finished, and the press started leaving, the guys headed into the dressing room where they had to get ready for a photo shoot before they went to the shopping centre for the signing. And what a shock awaited them.
“Trinity?” Taylor gasped.
Trinity was lying on a table and her clothes were ripped and bloodied. There was blood on her body and in her hair. Trinity turned her head slightly and looked at them with dark blue eyes. Rocky was sitting next to her, holding her hand, and he had a concerned expression, a look that didn’t seem to belong on his face.
“What happened?” Isaac asked.
“That’s what we want to know,” Rocky replied bleakly. “We, we found her, near death. I brought her here. I, I knew Jess could heal her... the only one who could.”
It was then that the three boys noticed their sister, who had fallen asleep in the corner.
“I uhh, I could use my Restoration, if you want,” Zac offered. “Fix your clothes anyway. I don’t know if it works on blood though.”
Trinity gave a weak nod. Zac stepped over and slowly moved his hand over her body, about six inches above. Her clothes mended and the blood disappeared.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Don’t talk,” Rocky scolded.
“Umm, not meaning any trouble or anything, but we’d better get ready for the photo shoot,” Taylor remarked.
“Go on,” Walker replied.
Shortly after the photo shoot was over, Trinity seemed to have recovered her strength enough to tell them what had happened. While she spoke, they packed up their things in preparation to leave for the shopping centre.
“I had just driven Angela to her house, and we had gone inside...
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“Is something wrong Dad?” Angela asked.
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
“At a friend’s house. I told you last night, remember?”
He relaxed.
“That’s right,” then he gave Trinity a scrutinising look. “And you are?”
“Katie’s Mom,” Trinity replied, as if he should know who Katie was. “I just gave Angela a ride home.”
“Oh, well, that was very kind of you. I hope she wasn’t any trouble.”
“None at all.”
“Good.”
“We were hoping Angela -”
“Well, it’s been nice meeting you, but we have to go now.”
“Where are we going Dad?” Angela asked.
“We’re moving.”