7: tell me about you
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"What the f**k?" I yelled, running towards the bed. I had no idea who she was but I wanted to get as far away from her as I could possibly get.
"Jenny!" Vic gasped, coming after her. I had climbed on the bed, my hands shielding my face in case of unpredictable attack.
"What the f**k Jenny, have you gone mad?" He asked her like it wasn't obvious, pulling her back by the arm.
"This is what you have been up to, huh? You f*****g monster. You haven't answered my phone calls in forever, and you refused to see me in the last four months! And I come back here just to find that you are with some...some..." she trailed off and turned to look at me with disgust, "some other b***h!"
"Hey, watch your mouth!" I snapped back, unable to take the insults.
"Look at her, she even has the chance to talk back." She was amused by my response and was not hiding it. "I could kill this woman." She cried, failing as she attempted to leave his grip and come at me.
"You are insane. Clara isn't anything to me." Vic began, talking in a calm voice, yet, one could easily read the anger in his voice. For some reason, that made me feel worthless. "And neither are you." He added, lifting my mood. "Jenny, get out of here, who even let you in?"
"I can't, I'm pregnant with your f*****g child you bastard." She wailed.
Juat then, Anthony walked into the room and his eyes landed on me where I still stood on the bed.
"Come with me." He sighed, walking up to me. He extended his hand and I took it, wary of the lunatic still hanging around.
He held my hand tighter when we walked past her as if he noticed my fear and that sent chills and relif down my bones.
"What is wrong with her?" I asked him when we were away from them.
"It is a long story, never mind her, are you okay?" He said, his eyes moving to my hand in his and he instantly let go. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he cleared his throat and focused on anything that wasn't me. "Did she hurt you?"
"No, but she did try to kill me." I admitted, following him downstairs. "Is it okay to leave her in there with Vic, just the two of them by themselves?"
"He will figure it out." He shrugged one shoulder.
We got to the pool that was surrounding by blue led lights and he sat by the edge, nudging me to do the same to which I obliged.
"Listen, I'm sorry that I have been so harsh on you, I just couldn't get over the fact that someone saw who I was as Park. Yes, it seems crazy but I really need to figure a way out and until then, it is dangerous to let you out of here." He said.
"But I promised you already, I really won't tell anyone, you have to believe me!" I found it easier to hold a conversation with him now that he wasn't being so mean and harsh.
"It's not dangerous for me, it is dangerous for you." He confessed.
"What?" I widened my eyes.
"It's a lot to uncover but you will be safe here, with us." He assured me. "I'll find a way. I promise."
I wanted to know the entire story but I knew I couldn't ask. If he wanted to tell me, he would surely have done so by now.
"I am so sorry for kissing you, I got lost in thoughts and confused you for someone else." He said.
"Well... that's a lot of uncovering. Maybe you aren't as bad as I thought. On a side note, I f*****g love you as Park, damn, you are so good!" I commented. Now that he wasn't being so hyper, I could fangirl away. My whole life revolved around this male crush that had been in my life since forever and here he was, sitting next to me.
"Thanks." He put in a simple manner.
"You must get a lot of that." I shrugged in realization.
"Yeah."
"When you were in the cast of 'Made for Me', if you could choose, would you have been woth Madeline or Jane?" I gasped, realizing once more that he was the actor of the movie that had made me cry so much.
"Neither. It's just a movie and I was paid. If the writer didn't include the scene, then that's their problem." He shrugged.
"What will Vic do?" I wondered, not wanting the conversation to die out.
Anthony turned to look at me blankly and slowly, his lips shifted into a smirk. "That is his problem."
"O.. okay." I stuttered, not feeling comfortable under his gaze.
"Tell me about you..." he began, staring directly at me.
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