Chapter 1;;
“Can you say the words?” I demanded. “I need to hear them.”
His arms wrapped around my tense body before my heart melted into him and sent a shiver through my spine.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear before his lips met the delicate skin on my neck.
Skating his hand down the curve of my body, he thrusted forward, sending me straight back, pinning my body against the wall. I threw my hands up until they were tangled in his hair; his gorgeous blonde locks wrapping themselves around my fingers.
My eyes were shut tight before I felt him tear his mouth from mine. His breaths were deep and heavy, and the heat was sending a warm sensation across my skin.
“CUT” I heard the director scream into his annoying megaphone.
The loud sounds of chatter and whistles formed around me as my makeup girl came to powder my face. Throwing her hand up to my cheek she dabbed as I swatted her away.
“And that’s a wrap for the season Tina, great job!” Mike congratulated with a hard smack on my back.
“Thanks” I mumbled as I grabbed a bottle of water from the snack table and made my way to the trailer behind the warehouse. Before I managed to open the door, Niki swung it open smacking me in the face.
“Bahahaha” she laughed with a small snort.
“Thanks” I shouted back throwing my bottle at her.
“Dude, I’m sorry,” she said through the last bits of her laughter. “Anyway, I was coming to find you, I’ve got some great news.”
When I shut the trailer door carefully, making sure not to knock down the sign hanging with my name, I threw my body onto the couch.
“Spill” I said as I dug my hand into the bowl of peanut M&M’s on the coffee table. Swinging my feet around to set on the armrest, I popped in one candy at a time while my other free hand flipped through the pages of the latest celebrity gossip magazine.
“Well, I’ve got you another job. Since you are done filming the season here.”
The grin on her face was intense and I knew that something was going on. She was my best friend, for as long as I could remember, and she was the greatest manager I could have wished for, but she knew me well, and I knew her. And I knew that whatever she had planned wasn’t anything I wanted.
“Some show on the Disney Channel they are ready to film. And they requested you!” she smirked.
Disney Channel? I was right. She knew it wasn’t anything I wanted. I squinted my eyes; giving her the best death glare I could muster up, before turning my attention back to the magazine spread across my lap.
“Anyway, we leave tomorrow” she cut in on my personal thoughts of the best dressed for the latest awards show. Clearly, I should have been the best.
“Okay Okay” I stuttered out before rolling my neck back to look at her one last time. “Anything else?” I grunted.
“Nope that’s it princess,” she groaned back before opening the door. “See you for our dinner date” she smiled, the door slamming accidentally behind her. I could hear my name fall to the steps outside my trailer making me twitch. I hated hearing slamming doors, but worse, I hated when my name fell off the door.
Rolling off of the couch I made my way over, gently pushing the door outward. I peeked around me, watching the busy set workers carrying things here and there, the trolley of tourists honking by the warehouse, and my plate with my name engraved, lying on the ground. Crouching over I swooped it up and dusted it off. I had worked hard to see my name in the lights. I wasn’t going to let it fall to the ground now. I tucked it under my arm before returning back inside. Setting it on the dresser closest to the door, I gripped the knob giving it a rattle to make sure I had locked it.
Strutting towards the vanity, I leaned over to open the bottom drawer, rummaging through I took out a tiny wooden box and made my way back towards the couch I had previously made warm. Plopping down with a loud sigh, I placed the box before me on the coffee table next to my M&M’s. Giving the door one last glance, I nodded to myself and then flipped the lid open, exposing my addiction.
My fingers shook nervously as I reached inside and pulled out the small clear plastic bag. It had been a few days since I had last stuck my hand inside the box. The season was coming to an end and shooting had gotten crazy. But finally I could let myself release, it was a much-needed relaxation I had pushed away for a day too long.
Slowly dumping out the white contents of the bag I pulled out the sharp razor I safely stashed inside. Creating a straight line, its perfection finally satisfying me, I flipped through until I found a straw I had nubbed down from my first hit. Hunching over some more I lowered my head to the table, giving just enough leeway to prop the straw between us, I placed the straw close to my nostril and inhaled deeply.
I was a star, and this was my addiction. Welcome to Hollywood.
