All Chapters of The Actor's Contract: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Date = 10 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV - Enrique “And here we are … a.g.a.i.n,” my sister’s gynecologist rolls her eyes before walking into the room. I grunt softly … because she’s actually not wrong. “I must tell you, this baby is by far the most complicated uncomplicated pregnancy I ever had to cover,” she continues. “It’s because it’s a fucking Grimm,” I say without thinking, causing Doctor Burden to gasp in a hard deep breath. Ilkay frowns, Jackson agrees and my sister kills me with her eyes. Or rather with the one that’s not swollen shut. Yep, she’s sprouting an impressive black eye already. And her tears make me uncomfortable. It’s not like her to cry so much. Or lose control like that. Or look this scared. Why does everything always happen to her? I pull up my shoulders and bite my lip. “What? It’s true.” I glance at the other bed in the room where Aria is sleeping, glad that she’s not crying at the moment, ‘cause her tears are the pits. It hits me

Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV – Aria Mel is far more anxious than she’s letting on … in my humble opinion that is … but mostly judging by the fierce grip she has on the phone in her hand – a grip that would make any crab jealous. Her blue eyes dull and barely blinking as she stares at the wall behind the counter. The same counter I feel like crossing over to shake the Barbie nurse that is so damn slow. I mean, how long can it take to print out a few papers? We’ve been waiting here all stressed up for what seems like hours, just to get the results … but no … that expressionless face under heavy makeup is glued to the screen, as the false nail tip of her index finger hits a single key every now and then. I’m in a hurry … I left my sister at home with Jesse, but he has a date later. So we need to be quick. Reluctantly, I keep myself in and rather take a deep breath. I will not cause a fuss this time. BUT only because I feel somewhat responsible for t

Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV – Enrique “So why exactly did I need to come all the way here if Mel is fine?” Logan complains with a huge yawn. Understandable … he just got off a 5-hour flight only an hour or so ago. I stuff one of the cardboard carriers holding four cups of cappuccino into his hands, another one I hand over to Jackson, while I take the single cup of hot chocolate and an additional coffee. Jackson and I came to get some refreshments while we were waiting for our youngest brother to arrive … or I guess our youngest half-brother. I wonder how he will take the news. We walk to the elevators. “Cause you need to hear some other shit about yourself,” Jackson answers him before I can. Logan squints sternly. If you think about insensitive … my twin is right there at the top. Sometimes I wonder if he was born that way or formed into this hardcore person due to circumstances… the same way I turned into someone else … actually we all changed I

Date = 13 AprilPlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV – AriaTrust.If you look it up in a dictionary it will probably read something like a firm belief in the reliability of someone. A single word that’s difficult to achieve in either case – whether earning it or giving it. And once it’s lost, it’s probably the hardest thing to get back.Trust. But why is it so hard for me to trust Enrique?But I know the answer. It’s not really about trusting him, it’s about my own feelings. Feelings I’m not supposed to have.I lean against the wall just outside the entrance to the cafeteria, taking deep breaths to attempt to restrain my composure before going inside to buy some coffee. Coffee I don’t really need.Once again I stare at the news Brian made me aware of … photos of Enrique’s arms around Amanda … her head leaning romantically against his shoulder with a big smile. Photos that are shattering Twitter since Amanda posted them with the caption ‘a great morning after a beutifull nig

Date = 13 AprilPlace = San Francisco (Grimm house) (UCSF Medical center)POV – Aria‘So I walk into the dead of night, where my monsters like to hide, chaos feels so good inside, no more’I open one eye to see where the music is coming from. Mel lifts her head slowly from my shoulder. I start to focus and realize it’s her ringtone.‘I lost, I lost, I lost control again. Always do the same and I’m to blame I lost control again.’She wipes her eyes while her other hand taps on the table, searching for her ringing phone. I survey my surroundings, for a moment not sure where I am, but then I remember we’re bundled together in Damion’s old bed in his old bedroom at his parents’ place.“Hello,” Mel answers in a husky sleepy voice. We must have fallen asleep during the last movie we were watching. Some cliche romantic Hallmark movie about an undercover prince.“Hello,” I’ve learned that Mel always takes a few minutes to wake up, so I take the phone from her ear, earning myself a droopy smil