They Don't Know About Us [L.P]

Chapter 9

     I actually had a calming day at the studio. Usually, Jesse will keep in contact with me every four hours. Since he's a casting director, he usually has some free time other than when he is scheduling movie role auditions and finding actors and actresses around the globe. After leaving Ireland, he came down and did productions in England, also to be with me. 

     I feel like I messed up. I did and I know it. I can't hold back the guilt anymore. 

     I get to my floor and the elevator opens. I take a drink of my coffee in my clear cup for the cafe the boys and I went to for lunch after their session which was cut early. I unlocked the door and walked in. I go to my room and I open the door. I see Jesse on a two-step ladder, hanging drapes off the wall for my windows. 

     "What are you doing?" I ask him, trying not to laugh. He's never been good with...fabric. Literally, he can come face to fabric with a shower curtain and it just doesn't cooperate with him. One time he struggled to hang it back on the post. 

     "Well, since your PTSD is bothering you, I got you drapes for the window so you won't have to see them standing outside your windows...or anyone." He said, stepping off the ladder. 

     "I don't have PTSD," I said, opening my eyes from shutting them out of some frustration. I've been hearing that all day. 

     "That's what you like to say." Jesse takes my coffee from my hands, drinking from it as he passes me through the door. I just stand there confused. 

     "Jesse, what is wrong with you?" I ask him. He stops in the kitchen. 

     "What do you mean?" He asked, drinking my coffee again. 

     "You walked away from our conversation this morning, haven't talked to me all day, got over your fear of drapes, and you're drinking my coffee," I said. "Put it down, you're gonna drink it all." He rolls his eyes and sets down the cup. 

     "Kay, I got a call that we have a new movie rolling in. We're holding auditions in California this Monday." He said. I stand there. 

     "So what does that mean?" I ask him. 

     "It means that...I'm leaving." He said, walking to me. 

     "What?" I mumble in sorrow to primarily myself. "Jess, if this is just some story to make up because of our argument, I'd love to know now!" I say. 

     "It's not." He takes an envelope off the countertop and hands it to me. I take out the paper and see the schedule.

     "So, how long will you be gone?" I ask him, still having the papers in hand. 

     "The auditions are three days tops. Then we have to make the decisions which takes about two days then we start the production the next week." He tells me calmly. 

     "So a year," I said. He looks down and sighs. "But what about my birthday? We had plans to go back home!" I said. 

     "I know, and I know I promised you that. But for now, I think I have to break that promise." I wanted to cry. Ugly cry. I didn't want him to see me cry like that although he has many times. "So that's it then." 

     "Kayla..." Before he could say anything else I drop the papers and walk to my room, slamming the door shut, locking it. I throw my bag at my closet door and walk to my bed. Could this day get any worse?

5 minutes later

     "Kayla, come on. Let me in." Jesse said, trying to open the door. 

     "Jess, go away. I just want to be alone."