The Other Woman

Better Than Me?

July 25th - 2005

"Are you kidding me?"

"Oh come on Brad, we were planning on having kids some day, right? So, why not now? I have kids that are like yours in a way."

"And don't get me wrong, Angie, I love them! To death. Amazing kids. But I'm not in the right place to be having a kid when my divorce is still hitting headlines, you and I are stirring the pot, this is going to add a whole other type of fuel to the flames." I stressed, rubbing my hands back and forth over my head, having to take a seat from all of this. "We can't, I'm sorry."

"I just want another baby."

"And I get that, I want kids... but now is not right. ."

She walks over to me, resting her hand on my shoulder as she squeezed it.

I continued. "But when I have a wife and I'm with you, I'm not in a very good position. I just want some privacy and all of this is blowing up in my face because I made a fucking mistake!" I look up and notice the instant change in her face as she drops her hand from my body.

"Very well, go back and fix this mistake you've made." She says calmly.

"Angelina-"

"No, no. On you go. Go and patch things up with your wife."

"That's not what I meant, it's just..."

"Brad, don't make yourself out to be stupid. You can easily tell I'm not in a very good mood, pack a bag and go away for a while."

I get up from the couch, standing face to face with her, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry... you know that? I worded it wrongly."

"Well go and think of a better apology, I'm going to bed."

I nod, letting her leave and deciding to pack that bag she told me to. Slinging it over my shoulder, I get in the drivers car I called and ask to be taken to the airport. There's so much stress with this whole baby thing, that there's only one person I know will make it better. I get on a one way flight, arriving hours later to the hotel I know she stays at when in town. I go to the reception and ask for them to call her, giving me permission to go up and see her.

"I'm sorry sir, she doesn't want any visitors." The man behind the desk says. I take the phone from his hand and hold it up to my ear.

"Jen, let me up."

"Not right now, Brad." She whispers.

"Why? Why not now?"

"Because I don't want to see you!"

"It's about the fucking divorce!" I whisper-yell down the phone.

"Room 802."

I give the phone back and the man gives me directions to where I can find her room. When waking out the elevator, I notice a very familiar face.

"Vince?! Hey man." I smile at him, walking up to him and shaking his hand.

"Hey, Brad. Good to see you. What are you doing out here?"

"Visiting the missies." I joke and he chuckles nervously, fixing his shirt. "Look, I'd like to catch up buddy, but I've got some... stuff to deal with."

"Hey no bother, give me a call before you leave town and we can get up to something."

"Alright, well see ya."

I walk away, shaking my head a little with a confused smile. He was at Jens room, why? I know they're co-stars and all, but at her hotel room... that's just odd in my opinion. To be fair I am her soon-to-be-ex-husband and I'm going to her hotel room... but that's different...