Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My phone dinged again.
And again and again, one right after the other.
What the fuck? If Michael needed his car back that badly,
track it and come get it, for Christ’s sake. It was fucking early.
I pulled away from her mouth and growled as I reached
over the side of the bed and felt for my phone. Finding it, I
picked it up and turned it on, looking at the screen as she
kissed my neck.
Instagram notifications, tags, tweets, PMs with article
links…
What the fuck was this?
It all hit me at once, my nerves firing as I tried to make
sense of what I was seeing. And then I clicked on a tag, a dark
video popping up with the sound off, but it didn’t matter. My
heart stopped, instantly recognizing what I was seeing.
Winter and me in the bathroom night before last night.
The video on the group phone. It did take.
After it fell to the bathroom floor, it only recorded the
ceiling, but it was still going. All the sounds we made would
be on there and…
My eyes raced, scanning for who posted it, the comments,
and then seeing my other notification and that it had been
posted on multiple social media sites by several people, shared
and retweeted like crazy.
Dread rolled through my stomach, and I caught another
video I recorded of Kai and Will beating the shit out of a man
who had been beating the crap out of his little sister.
Unfortunately, the man was also a cop, and Kai and Will’s
faces are also visible.
And mine, along with Winter’s on our video, wasn’t
hidden at all.
The comments raged, throwing shit at all of us, and I
couldn’t look anymore. I closed my eyes. “Oh, my GGod,” I
muttered.