Between the Lines – Chapter 8




After filming the scene where Rob and I kill find our mom’s dead body, I laid back against the wooden coffee table in the middle of the set. The crew was changing the scene around me while Hugh was off with one of the writers and Rob was on the phone. I couldn’t move yet. It was mentally and emotionally exhausting to film something like that. To be in a character’s mind when they find their mother murdered was something so dark.

“Took a lot out of you didn’t it?

I heard Jessica’s voice and leaned up on my elbows to see her walking over. She had been off working on another scene for most of the day. I hadn’t expected her to stop by but here she was.

“Scenes like this are usually the hardest for me.” I replied.

She nodded, walking over to sit on the floor next to the table, a soft smile on her face. “I get it. They’re hard for everyone. It’s like you literally put yourself in their shoes and imagine your own mom.”

“Exactly.” I said, sitting forward and leaning my elbows on my knees so I could be closer to her.

She wasn’t in wardrobe any longer, must’ve finished filming a little while ago since she had time to change into her jeans and a t-shirt. She could’ve just gone on break but she didn’t and I was thankful for that.

Placing a hand on my back, she ran her fingers up and down soothingly. “It’s alright. Take a breather. You’ll have to harness this emotion for all the rest of the scenes.”

I nodded my head up and down, taking a deep breath. “Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m going to grab some groceries. All this fast food is making me sick.” She looked around from her peripherals to see who was around. “I’ll make some dinner. You and Rob are more than welcome to come.”

“Rob’s flying out tonight.”

She knew he wasn’t going to be there but it was the only way this would sound inconspicuous and innocent to those who were listening.
“Shit. That’s right. Well you’re still invited.” She smiled.

“Alright, I’ll be there.” I laughed.


We wrapped filming around nine that night and headed back to my apartment for a shower and a beer to calm my nerves from filming earlier. The smell of food coming from across the hall took over my senses but I’d already avoided Morgana’s calls twice today so I sat back and called her before I headed over.

The phone rang twice and I hoped it would go to voicemail but she picked up.

“Hey!” She said excitedly.

“Hey babe.” I replied. “Sorry about last night. It was a brutal day of filming, I was wiped out by the time I got in.”

“No worries. I’m just happy to hear your voice. How was your day?”

“It was alright. Nothing out of the ordinary.” I lied, hating the taste it left in my mouth. “What about you?”

“Nothing to crazy. We filmed a promo for my new lookbook and we’re planning a trip to Dubai soon.”

“Dubai sounds fun. When are you thinking about going?”

“In a few weeks, I want to make sure this project takes off. Are you coming home this weekend?”

“I don’t know yet babe. We’re trying to cram as much stuff in as possible before Rob leaves.” I lied again.

“Oh.” She said with disappointment in her tone.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I replied. “I gotta get some sleep though babe. Early start tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you too.” I said before hanging up.


I grabbed my phone charger and checked the hallway to make sure nobody was moving around before walking across to Jess’s. She’d left the door unlocked and I walked in to see her in the kitchen, preparing the food while talking on the phone.

From what I gathered, she was talking to Chris so i tried not to eavesdrop. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and she gave me a warm smile before ending the call.

“Hey, food should be ready in like 15 minutes.” She said, turning on whatever was in the oven.

“Smells amazing in here.” I said as I walked over, wrapping my arms around her from behind to kiss along the side of her neck. “What’re you making?”

“Country fried steak, fried pickles, baked mac & cheese, and some cornbread.” She replied, tilting her head to the side as I nibbled on her neck.

“Jesus fuck, I didn’t think you could actually cook.” I laughed, stepping away to grab one of the fried pickles.

“Honey, I’m from the south, we come out of the womb ready to make some hot chicken and cornbread.” She replied with a deepened southern accent. She laughed, pointing towards the TV. “Put something on.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’m eating over here more often.” I smiled, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and flipping through the on-demand movies.

I put on an action movie but I couldn’t pay attention to that. I was too busy watching her expertly work her way around the kitchen. Stirring something here, checking something there, putting the plates together and garnishing them.

She walked over, putting two place mats on the table before coming back with the plates and two bottles of beer tucked under her arm. I helped her put everything down and she took her place beside me, taking a long slow pull from one of the bottles.

“Dig in.” She smiled, grabbing her fork.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.”





I laid my head on Charlie’s shoulder, my legs lazily laid over his lap as we watched the movie. With an arm thrown around me, his other hand rested on my hip in complete comfort. There wasn’t anything sexual about it but it was intimate nonetheless.

I think he really needed this. The last few days of filming had been harder on him than he may have thought. As lighthearted as he was acting off set, I could see it in his eyes that he needed time to recover. So a night like this would do. There was no need to talk about anything. I was fine just being there with him.

As the movie came to an end, he looked over at me with heavy eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes before nodding my head towards the hallway.

“You ready for bed?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He nodded.

After helping me clean off the table, we walked to bed. I watched as he took off his clothes, taking a few seconds to admire his body before I followed him under the covers. Almost instantly he pulled me against him, kissing the top of my head. I curled into his side, leaning up to press my lips against his before we dozed off.



I yawned as I sat on the set reading the script. We’d already been on set for four hours and still had at least six to go. Not that I minded, but it would take more than a few cups of coffee to keep me up and running today.

Hugh came over and took a seat next to me. With his dark rimmed glasses riding low on his nose, he looked up from his script at me. “Do you think there should be more drama when Collin finds you?”

“So far you have him grabbing me in the bar, what do you have in mind?

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like this is enough.” He sighed, looking back down at the papers in hand. “What if you’re with August when he sees you?”

I bite the corner of my lip looking at the set trying to visualize the scenario play out. “What if I’m making out with August at the bar, it can be set as super carefree and sexy, then it all goes to shit. Collin punches August and grabs my arm yanking me towards the exit.”

“That’s good.” He nodded, reading through the scene as it was written. “We wouldn’t have to change much of the dialogue at all. You and August don’t have to be saying anything.”

“Nope, just laughing, sharing a drink and swaying to the music.”

“Charlie, Mike.” He called the guys over. “I want to try something. This scene isn’t doing it for me.”

Charlie threw an arm over my shoulder casually as he listened to Hugh explain the scene we discussed. Taking a quick glance around it was clear that nobody thought much about it so I relaxed.

The guys nodded their heads in understanding before we all walked to our markers. The set designer made some last minute adjustments by filling two glasses of liquor behind us to make it look like we’d been drinking then the lights were dimmed and extras were called to set to look like they were laughing and dancing.

“Action!” Hugh called.



I leaned against the bar, my back towards the bustling crowd behind me as I nursed a shot of whiskey. Once the song changed, August put his glass down and pressed against me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he held me to him, swaying slowly to the rhythm of the old song. He took my hand, pulling me away from the counter to swirl me around,

August’s hands were on my hips, holding me against him as we swayed slowly to the old country song playing. He had me against the bar, forehead to forehead as we danced. My arms wrapped around his neck, staring into his steely eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak but words would only ruin the moment. I leaned up on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his. His mouth tasting like whiskey and cigarettes. As unappealing as it sounded, it gave me an a euphoric high, making everything around us disappear.

My fingers found their way through his hair, combing through the silk like strands as they slide against my skin. I pressed myself closer against him, opening my mouth to his as we danced.

Out of nowhere, he was yanked away from me. Before I even wrapped my head around what was happening, August was on the ground and I was being pulled.

“What the hell?!” I yelled as my eyes traveled up the large, veiny arm to land on Collins’s face.

My stomach dropped and every hair on my body stood. He had found me.

“You fucking whore.” He seethed through a tight jaw. “You thought you could hide from me? Wait until I get you home.”

“Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you!” I yelled out, trying to pull my wrist away from him as he pulled me outside.

He stopped short, throwing me off balance before his hand came down across my cheek, knocking me onto the ground.

“You’re coming home on your own too feet. Or in a wooden box. Either way you’re coming with me.” He threatened, kicking me in the side.

I cried out in pain, holding my ribs to shield them from him. While there was still breath in my body, I would never go back to him. I tried crawl away but he grabbed me by my hair to pull me up to my knees.



“And cut!” Hugh called out.

Mike let go of my hair, helping me up to my feet with a smile.

“How’d it look?” I asked, dusting myself off.

“Let’s run it again. I want the punch to Charlie to look a little more powerful.” He motioned for us to get back to our markers.

Makeup came by to reapply powder that was messed up from kissing. Charlie looked me up and down like I was a full course meal and I looked down so I wouldn’t blush. I couldn’t wait for Hugh to yell action so I could get my hands on him again.





I woke up in an empty bed.

For the last few months, we’d shared a bed every night. I’d gotten used to her comfort. Her warmth lulling me to sleep. Yet she there were times when she was up earlier than me in the morning and I’d always find her in the same place.

Getting out of bed, I threw on my boxers and walked out into the living room. Just as I’d suspected, she was sitting on the balcony, dressed in a white robe, hair in messy waves, her feet put up on the railing, script on her lap, coffee cup in her hand. She was so beautiful in the most simplest ways. I could look at her for hours and never get tired of the site.

It had dawned on me earlier that I’d fallen in love with Jessica. Her smile. Her kind hearted soul. Her drive and determination. I’d denied the feeling for a long time but it was love. This was love.

What the fuck was going to happen when filming ended?

4 thoughts on “Between the Lines – Chapter 8

  1. I’m really loving this story! You have captured all the joys, lust, happiness, and angst of falling for someone who isn’t truly free. I hope you update soon, I’m hooked 😉

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