The Stunt [h.s]

Chapter Thirteen

Elsie POV
January 28th 2021

make sure to read chapter twelve before this!!

tw: mentions of sexual assault

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I don't really know how to describe what it is I'm feeling.

Ever since Sunday, I've felt like I've been falling and I'm not exactly sure how to fix it. It's like this pit in my stomach that won't go away. The thought of other people knowing about my daughter just makes me sick to think about. I've done everything in my power to try and keep her away from people who don't need to know her and the thought of David saying that he has a daughter is enough for me just about to lose my mind.

Halle went to Daisy and Michael's  this week to give the boys some alone time and I'm pretty sure they're ready to kill me with the amount I've called. Since Sunday I've called back home to LA about a hundred times as I just want to make sure my daughter is safe. They do understand why I'm calling as anything with David is hard on me. They know the history and they try their hardest to put up with me when I get like this.

Right now I find myself sitting on the roof with a bottle of tequila in my hand not having a clue what is happening around me. I spent the day in my room as I didn't have to go to set and by the time the clock hit 10:00 PM, I was itching to leave the room. So that's what I did. I went down to the lobby, grabbed myself the first bottle of alcohol I saw, and paid for it as I now find myself on the roof.

I've tried my hardest to block out the mess that Sunday night turned out to be. I was having a good time before Jacob came into the picture. It finally felt like Harry and I were getting somewhere but something had to come in the way. Jacob knew exactly what he was doing when he brought up Halle and I wish I had the balls to go back at him. But I didn't and I fell back into old habits. I let someone walk all over me and I just sit back and let it happen.

At some point, I'm going to have to deal with what happened with David but I'm scared. I'm not scared so much for myself but more for what it will bring into Halle's life. My goal as her mother is to keep her happy and out of the public eye but if David is brought into the equation all of that goes out the window. David is trouble and everything he touches might as well die. I would know, I dated him.

But then there's Harry.

Harry over the weekend before he found out about Halle was a dream. We were having a good time. Not only did we have a good time but we had sex. Sex in someone's bathroom at a party that we weren't even obligated to go to together. Not to mention that I enjoyed myself. I haven't enjoyed a party like that in years but then it all had to come crashing down. It's kind of like the universe saw me having a good time and goes 'You know what? Let's make her life hell!' I guess this is my karma for leaving my daughter home without a mother for nearly a month.

Taking another swing of the tequila I have the urge to call Daisy again so I can talk to Halle but I'm drunk and it's just past her bedtime there. The three-hour time difference has definitely taken a toll on me but I've tried my best to make it work, and fit it into her schedule. Granted she's almost four and doesn't have a set schedule but it's the only way to put my mind at ease. The only way to keep me from completely self-destructing.

"Elsie, what are you doing?" I feel my body tense after hearing the raspy British accent that I know all too well. I find myself lifting my head from where it was laying on my knees and spotting Harry leaning up against the wall and looking back at me. I don't have the energy to answer him, which causes me to reach my hand out, grab the stem of the bottle of tequila and bring it up to my lips. Feeling the liquid splash down my throat I pull the bottle away and finally open my mouth to answer.