My Fake Actor Boyfriend

8: What happened/1,5 years ago part 6

*Melina*

The next day I am back on the set, and I am honestly beyond angry with Asher… I mean one thing is f*****g me.. I mean I was naive and let him use me.. but he had let me on.. making me believe he was actually interested in something more.. that he had felt the same spark as me.. and that is just low.. lower than low.

 I have slept so badly and honestly it is not improving my mood one bit.. I am just about ready to tear that handsome head of his clean off.

 I luckily only have two small scenes before lunch break.. one where I am alone and one with the kids.. but I can't focus.. my concentration is like on zero.. and I just keep making stupid mistakes.

 In the end I get really angry with myself.. I can’t let that i***t ruin my chances of reaching my dream.. so I take a minute to empty my head.. and manage to pull it together.. finally getting the scenes done.

 After lunch I have my last scene.. but it is with Asher.. It is him, the father in the movie, telling me to stay away from him, that it meant nothing.. and it ends with me running off, crying my eyes out.. I have a feeling that is going to be easy.

 I haven’t seen Asher before we get ready for the scene.. as he didn’t have any scenes before lunch.. I am not sure if this is a good or bad thing.

 As Asher walks onto the set, he is sending me one of those almost blinding smiles. “Hi there darling.. ready for our last scene ?”

 “Yes.. very much ready for our.. very last scene”. I mumble.. I refuse to look at his face.. I do not want to be caught in those eyes, because I know I can’t handle it right now.

 We start shooting the scene, so there isn’t time for more talking.. but it’s just not working.. I find it very difficult to be close to him, as I don’t really want to look at him.. and I keep missing my clues and forgetting my lines.

 “Are you okay Melina ? You seem off”. I just totally f****d up again and Asher walks over to put a hand on my arm, looking concerned.

 I pull my arm away, leaving him looking rather confused. “I am fine.. just letting myself get distracted by.. nothing”.

 I decide that I need to stop fighting my feelings and just act through them instead.. use the anger I feel that I believed him.. the hurt of being made a fool and used.

 As we start shooting again I suddenly feel like I am rolling with it.. and I just open up, letting my feelings really get through.. it actually feels good getting it out.

 "Jenna, you have to understand.. it was a mistake.. we can't go on. I am a married man for God's sake". Asher is looking at me.. like he expects it to make it okay.. to be honest I am finding this scene way to close to reality.

 I let the pain and the anger turn my voice to searing acid. "Maybe you should have thought about that the other night Mr Smith.. before taking advantage of me".

 "It was mostly the other way around..as I remember it you were more than a little ingratiating little miss 'I am mature for my age'". His voice is slightly condescending and their is a half sneer on his handsome face.. for some reason it makes me see red.

This is where I am meant to turn and run off crying.. but instead I step forward and slap him so hard he lets out a pained gasp.. surprise flashing through his eyes.. the I turn and run.. tears pouring down my face.. no love is for naive fools, I know that now.

 Impressively he manage to stay in character and his voice ring after me. "Jenna, please don't tell my wife".

 The director finds me standing just of set, trying to get the tears under control.. I don't want people asking questions.. he thanks me and tells me how great that improvised slap had been and that he wants to keep that in the movie.

 Behind him Asher is signalling me pretty obviously, it is clear to see that he would like a word with me.. but Ignore him.

 When I have said a quick goodbye to everyone else, thanking for this opportunity.. I kinda make a number out of walking right past him.. hurrying down to costumes.. I know he has a New scene right away and can’t follow me.

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When I am walking towards the studio exit I hear him call out for me, but I choose to ignore him completely, until he grabs my shoulder, turning me towards him. "Melina what the f**k is happening here ?"

 “Just.. leave me alone Asher okay ? I am going to leave now.. and I don't want to see you again”. I try to turn around and walk away.. but he is keeping his grip on me and without thinking I slap him again.

 "f**k ! Would you stop hitting me for God's sake and tell me what the hell I have done to deserve this ?" Frustration, shock and pain fights to dominate his features as he wifes a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.

 I grit my teeth and steel myself, giving him a glare of loathing. "You should know why Asher.. but hey.. thank you for showing me just how fake and wicked Hollywood can be".

 "What are you talking about ? Would you please tell me what has happened since yesterday ? I thought we .." He look utterly confused and kinda hurt, but I am not buying it one bit.. he is an actor after all.

 "You forgot to tell me about your wife, didn't you ? Why not at least be honest about it ? I was easy and naive, a fast fuck... Fine, I get it.. but why pretend you actually wanted more.. that you.. cared ?" I swallow, not wanting to cry in front of him.

He sigh and run his hand through his hair, making it stand up funny.. the hairdresser is probably gonna flip.. but honestly why would I care ? "Melina please, let me explain.. it is not like you think, please just listen to me, I ..".

 I cut him off before he can say anything else.. I just can’t deal with stupid male excuses. "Forget it Asher..I can't deal with the whole 'my wife doesn't love me, I never get any s*x at home' speech.. just answer this, you are married right ?"

 “Yes.. I am.. but please if you..”. I hold up my hand stopping him with a hard shake of my head, making him rub his hand over his eyes, almost like he is trying to dry off unwanted tears.. oh he is good.. then he add the punch by looking at me with a heartbroken expression.

 "As I said.. I am not interested in your excuses Asher. You are a f*****g asshole, and I feel sorry for your wife.. if I should ever be unlucky enough to run into you again, do not even speak to me". I whip around and walk away as fast as possible.

 Present time:

 I look at Anni, trying to push down the old pain that tries to push itself forward. “So.. now do you understand why I can’t stand the sight of him ?”

 "That seems a pretty shitty thing he did, but you haven't seen him before yesterday ? And you never let him explain ?" Anni ask.

 I shake my head and swallow. "Nope, and I don't see any reason to.. I mean he was married.. he said so himself, for me that is end of story".