Throughout the time of our relationship, I followed Pierce’s lead. Zero touch was given, I only reciprocated unless I was told otherwise. But tonight I reached for him, I didn’t wait for him to gingerly get up and look around me the way that made shivers climb up my spine. Or wait to hear his commanding voice giving me his next orders. While that felt good, it was supposed to be Tami’s way. I wasn’t playing the role of Tami anymore. I straddled Pierce and kissed him, pushing my frustrations into it. I thought about the cut I inflicted at his office and nipped him on the lip, then sucked on it with more ferocity. His fingers tightened on me and he moved his head back to escape the onslaught of my lips. Being on him gave me the upper hand in this situation. His fingers tightened, digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. “Fuck Myra.” He cursed after leaning his head away from me. At an impressive speed he planted his palm on my back for support and flipped us, so I was now in the c
“…It’s one of the best things Abby.” I smiled ruefully at Mckenzie. Adams put his arm around my shoulder and I shot him a look till he retrieved his hand and acted like he was scratching his ear. “It doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we keep dreaming.” Rico, another lead said, Pushing himself off the table he was leaning on. “We should keep the gossip down a bit though.” Sarah grinned. Then we all spoke loudly to each other in the background as the music grew louder. “Annnnnd cut! That’s it folks. Last episode of Gossip and dreams!” Lancaster yelled. We clapped and shared bittersweet hugs, this show had been everything to me for the past few months, I could not picture myself not coming to this studio to be with this crew. “Now I know Miss Baker is going to have a big bash for us, but our little celebration is still on, alright?” Mckenzie yelled on stage, “and it’s at the same address, Ask Rico if you can’t fined it, he’ll be here for a while. Who needs a ride
Time seemed to slow in my mind as I plunged downwards. My safety was far from my mind, all I could think about was what could happen to my baby if I fell the wrong way. I swung my arms around as I tumbled, grasping the air till I caught hold of a railing. Then I gave myself a few seconds to process what had just happened. I sat on the bottom stair as I tried to assess the pain on my body and where they originated from. There was a bad scratch on my hand without the bandage that spanned from somewhere around my wrist to my elbow, my left side was throbbing with quickly mounting pain, I spotted another scratch on my leg that looked like it needed a bandaid, other than that, I was fine. I sighed in relief and hugged my tummy, ignoring my poor ribs. When I reached Lancaster’s office, I knocked low on the door. “Well don’t be shy now, come riiight in.” Lancaster drawled in a bad Texan accent.. At Least I thought it was him. When I pushed it open, I blinked in horror. He wasn
I draped my arm over Lily, “Oh don’t look so surprised, now you see, beauty runs in my family.” “Beauty? She looks nothing like you. She’s more…chipmunk or a midget.” Jace deadpanned. “SHE is standing right here.” Lily retorted with a frown, her cheeks pink. “SHE looks angry.” He countered again, “and I know exactly what will fix your face.” He lifted both hands to Lily's face and cupped her cheek before sliding his hands down. It was after he had taken his hands off that I realised what he had done. “There.” he smiled like a proud artist. I groaned, “Jace…could you be a little more mature.” “What did he do to me?” “Nothing sweetie, it’s just glitter.” She gasped and ran her hand on her cheek repeatedly. “This will never come off” “Good you look like the type that likes glitter.” I could feel Lily getting angry, this was a first in a long time. For my butterfly loving sister to get riled up, whoever was on the receiving end of it… “Okayyy” I started to pull Lily a
The ad assistant snapped the clapperboard as one of the board members began reading the scene out. “Amber Farnworth snaps out of her drug induced rage and looks at the massacre around her. She turns to child cowering in the corner and addresses him, go.” I took a deep breath in and as I breathed out I pushed myself into the headspace of my character. There was no money issues or sick mum, or Pierce, or Tami, or photos… photos with his mother…photos that implied Tami was her soon to be daughter in-law, photos of Pierce in bed with Tami. shit. “Anytime now, miss Thompson.” I could smell failure on the horizon. Maybe it would be better if I just got up and left, I thought to myself. I should’ve taken the Ad assistant’s offer earlier. “If you can’t remember the line, just use your script.” O’Malley suggested, sounding like he was through with this audition already. “I’m sorry.” I apologized and flipped the script open. The embarrassment I was feeling fueled my anxiety and m
TAMI… She looked around the room of actors, producers, and other production members with a pleasant smile on her face. Sarah, forever the loyal mutt, hung at the back, even though she did not look particularly happy this evening. She had hinted at how much she wanted to be the main lead in the show Myra had auditioned for. And while she sent those pictures and the article to throw her off her game, she wasn’t particularly doing it for Sarah’s sake, Although she did tell Sarah to be patient In truth, Tami had no intention of getting her on the movie unless it benefitted her. She had also decided to keep the fact that Myra had failed at her audition a secret, just so she could enjoy Sarah’s misery for a little while longer. Lancaster approached them with a wine glass between his chubby fingers. “Mr. Pierce, Miss Tami, I’m so glad you decided to throw this party. “Certainly, gossip and dreams is an excellent show; it deserves this wonderful celebration.” Tami answered with
My pulse quickened but I kept my head on straight in front of me. “Pierce…” his name slipped off my tongue like a warm sigh. I felt the need to spin around and hold him. Or Atleast far back enough so that we were touching. Seeing Pierce in public and pretending we were not close had always been difficult, a certain type of game I enjoyed playing with him. Now it felt like torture. I recalled the searing images of Pierce and Tami, letting the sting of heartbreak course through me, steeling me against my need for him. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke in an affectionate whisper and I felt my walls crumble. I turned then. Pierce’s eyes were on me, dark intent, greedy. My breath seized. His dark hair was swept back from his face. The gray suit on his body fit like a second skin, clinging to his body in all the right places. When I finished my appraisal, I found that his eyes were still on my face. A flush rose to my cheeks and I turned away from him. “I heard your interview went badly.”
I was startled awake by loud banging on my door. “Go away.” I groaned and turned in bed. Then it clicked. In a split second I was on my feet and hurrying to the door. That couldn’t be Pierce, he had a key. Maybe it was one of the other tenants? The only person in my life other than Pierce that had the address to this place was… “Lily?” I exclaimed after looking through the peephole. I released the chain and opened the door. Hannah and Lily were outside wearing wide smiles. “Uhhhh…” “Do you know what time it is? I have been trying your number for hours!” I guessed it was midday. ”Sorry, I've done nothing but sleep today.” I stepped away from the door and let them into the apartment. I stood off to the side as they looked around. Having someone in the house felt strange. This was my safe haven outside the real world. I guessed that was what houses were but this felt different. “Sorry, I had to give her your address, we were worried.” “I understand.” I said immediately. I
He had the guts to look at me like I was the problem in this situation. His bushy brows were furrowed as he scowled, his eyes showing equal parts of desire and annoyance. Ditto.“Going out with Hannah?” He questioned. “This isn’t your usual filming getup.“Well excuse me, fashion police, but you need to get out of my house!” He looked at my face finally, then around the house like cockroaches were crawling all over the place. “Really Myra? This? This is what you settled on finally? It’s a dump. Why didn’t you take the apartment I offered?”“And be indebted to you even more? No fucking thank you.” It felt so hot in the house. I had Pierce to blame for that. He was only standing by the doorway, but he managed to fill the room so far all I could see was him, all I could smell was him, all I could think for crying out loud was him! I wanted him gone. “Now if you would be kind enough…LEAVE.”“You can’t be serious Myra.” He started, moving into the room further. “did you even have a look a
I typed the name into google, having never heard the name before. Scrolling and reading while I peeled another pepperoni slice off my pizza. The mythological wife of Yahweh according to the Canaanite pantheon. Mother of sacred trees…Erased from history like most divine females. I slowed my chewing till it came to a halt. That last bit sounded familiar.A notification from Carter popped up on my screen. I opened it.-I understand that it could be taken the wrong way. But I consider her a powerful deity. Queen of the heavens. I think looking at you feels like I’m looking at the sky. I sat up on the bed and pushed my tongue through my cheek as I read the text over and over, trying to find a double meaning, or hidden insult. There were none.-I like Asherah. I texted back.l-I’m relieved. More dots hovered and I waited. Peeling a single pepperoni from the top of my pizza. -Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?”I looked at the text silently.-yes* * *The next d
Trevor emerged from beside the cars lined in the lot in a tailored armani suit. A simple engraved stainless steel brooch on his collared vest. Forever the stylish icon. “Miss Myra. You look good.” He gave a quick appraisal of my clothes.“Good to see you too Trevor.” I said, not slowing my pace. “I would ask if you missed me but I can guess why you’re here.”“Doing Mr Blackwood's dirty work obviously, now could you make my life easier and wait?”I stopped and crossed my hand over my chest and waited for him to catch up to me. “Was Pierce here today?” I did see someone watching us while we filmed, I couldn’t have imagined a whole human being no matter how bothered I was by him.He crossed his own hands in a similar fashion. “Do you really want me to answer that?”“Yes.”“Alright. He left the office- after acting like piss, I might add- then he returned even more pissy and handed me back the documents he had me painstakingly work on, and told me to meet you here.”“So yes?” That meant
I moved back, my eyes glued on Roberto as he stalked me with a wild look in his eyes. My legs hit the edge of the bedframe and I let myself fall back just as he reached for me. He creeped up my body slowly, hovering over my lips. I crashed my lips onto his a split second later. Here, at this moment, I wasn’t Myra. I was Amber Farnworth, a woman who had a harem of men at her beck and call. She didn’t love a man for over four years without him reciprocating, or lose a child.I twisted my head to the side to evade Roberto’s lips and he buried kisses in my neck. A simple movement caught my eye. Past the camera pointed on us on the bed, past the other stage crew or actors…Pierce? My heart skipped, filling me with more need than I could summon for this scene. Could it be him? I wasn’t sure. A cast member shifted slightly and when they returned back to their former position the figure was gone.“Myra, don’t break the fourth wall.” O’Malley called through the mega phone and Roberto sighed in
Hannah helped me lift the last of my things up the stairs to my new apartment. “So you like him?” Hannah asked as we rested at the top of the stairs. I had explained Carter’s words on an attempt to sort through what I was feeling. I didn’t know what it was. I chucked it up to guilt for treating him the same way Pierce treated me; assuming the worst of me. “I don’t like him. I’m just…conflicted.” Don’t get defensive, it’s not bad if you do like him.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “I just lost a child Hannah, not to mention the breakup with Pierce. I can’t ‘like’ anyone right now.” We picked up the bean bag and waddled all the way to my apartment. Heaving as we dropped the bag in the center of the living room. “God you should’ve asked Derek to help.” “Nope.” I answered, collapsing on the bag. As he drive me home after the sordid affair in the parking lot, he informed me that he was quitting. Derek was a good guy, and I would miss his company, but this gave us an opportun
“This looks rather cozy.” I said, stepping a step back and hitting Carter. His hands went around my waist to steady me. “It does? I didn’t notice.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. When I glanced up, he was smiling at me. “I hear they have good food. We grab a bite and then we leave, it isn’t a big deal.” He cocked his head to the side, “not unless you make it.”“No it’s fine.” I stepped away from him, relieved that his hands freed me easily. I wasn’t even dressed for that kind of thing. I looked out of place here and I liked it that way. A server stopped by us with a smile and spoke to Carter while I hung in the background. When they were done speaking, he led me to a booth not far from the entrance. A smart choice since it eliminated the cozy feel.“So do you checkout new restaurants often?” I asked after we had been given menus.The crinkles in his eyes deepened. “I do, actually. Jace has acting as a hobby and I fancy myself some kind of food critic.” I raised a brow. “T
“O’Malley is certainly working us to death.” Jace said as he collapsed on the ground in the part of the woods we were shooting. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and would rather avoid the sand totally, but was too exhausted to mind. I joined him on the floor, resting my head on his belly. Sophia, Bianca, Roberto and the others joined us on the floor or rested their backs against the trees.“How’s your play date with your brother going?” I asked Jace.I felt him shift under me. “Perfect. We are supposed to have one today actually.”“Is it cancelled?” A little part of me wanted to see Carter. Roberto saying he was flirting with me had forced the idea i to my head and it wouldn’t leave. Was I really so stuck up on Pierce that I couldn’t tell when a guy was openly flirting with me?“I’m trying to figure out how to cancel.”“You don’t want to join your family’s company.”“I’m just not ready for that part of my life yet. If only my parents would let me be for a while.” “I think we did go
I chewed on my lip and glanced back at the set. “I’ll have to decline. O’Malley’s is in the zone right now and could call me and Roberto anytime soon, I don’t wanna go AWOL on him.”Carter nodded sharply, his smile still bright and disarming. “Of course, I understand. Can’t steal the star of the show without warning. Maybe next time?”“For sure.” I smiled back. It felt good to smile.“See you around, Myra.” He gave a small salute in Roberto’s direction and walked away, my eyes still trainedbon his figure. I thought about how different he was from Pierce, with the charming easy smiles and calming demeanor. Carter still kept this boyish high school vibe, and he made it work.“Now that is how a rich man flirts.” Robert said. He had placed his hands behind his head and was smirking at me. The fabric of his shirt had gone up, exposing an inch of skin. I peeled my eyes away from there and focused on his words.“Flirting?”“Oh yeah.” I scoffed, “he wasn’t flirting with me, he’s just really
I stood at the hospital reception desk, my eyes fixed on the woman typing away on her computer. "Room or common room?" I asked, forcing my voice to be louder than it could go.She scrolled through the screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. "She's in her room today. She wanted to stay in bed."I nodded, settling back into the dull ache in my chest. I trudged up the stairs, and as I reached my mother's room, pushed open the door and stepped inside.It was dimly lit, I noticed a live plant in her room with wilting leaves. My mother sat in a chair, her legs swathed in a vibrant blanket with small flowery squares that I recognised as the project she had been working on. My lips tugged upwards briefly and my heart swelled. At least one of us was able to finish what we started.I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. When I breathed out, it felt easier.“That looks gorgeous, mum.” I commented, and planted a kiss on the top of her hair. “You finally