Chapter Five
Jon looks out the window of his apartment, biting the tip of his thumb, lost in thought. I sit at his kitchen table, taking a sip of tea. He kindly offered peppermint tea, claiming it helps with headaches and anxiety. Since headache pills weren’t working, I am drinking the tea as if it is some sort of life-changing elixir.
“You can’t pay him, obviously.” Jon finally says.
The sky is overcast and threatening rain. Absentmindedly, I try to recall the last time I have seen rain. Not since I moved to Hollywood. “If I don’t pay him, then he’ll show everyone the video.”
“And if you do pay him, everyone sees the video anyway and you’re out $100,000,” Jon counters.
I give a small shrug. “Does it matter? I don’t have the money to begin with.”
“I think you should tell him you have
