I'm Meant To Hate You

19

My hands gripped the steering wheel hard as I sat waiting in traffic. I was a few miles away from where Emily was for filming, I was going to let her have her time. Let her do her job and then when she finally came back from filming, I would tell her how I felt about the whole situation. But who was I trying to convince? Because I knew that I couldn't wait that long. I was burning away, waiting to explode. I needed to let it out.

She had a trailer on set, one that I was willing to wait in until she was done. I had phoned ahead to let the guards know of my presence, so they would let me in and I could have some time to myself to think about how I was going to put all of the words I had to spill into a sentence that didn't sound too harsh. But now I wouldn't have that, because the traffic was heavy, and she most certainly would be in her trailer when I got there. I feared that I wouldn't be able to put my thoughts and feelings into a sentence that wasn't as bad, one that wouldn't hurt her as much.

My hand tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, multiple horns sounding all around me as they too were getting annoyed. But I didn't let my hand hit the horn, what was the point? It would only aggravate everyone else, and it certainly wouldn't get me anywhere. Maybe l one car ahead if people let me.

The cars slowly began to move, and I didn't know whether to be relieved or not. Sitting in this traffic gave me some time to think, but was I thinking I was I just mulling over the idea that when I got there, I wouldn't have any more time to think. So in reality, I didn't think about what I was going to say. I didn't think at all. I wasted valuable time, dwelling on something that I couldn't change.

I finally had the ability to roll up to the gateway of the set, watching them as a guard poked his head out, glaring at my company car. He pulled the gate shut behind him as he strolled towards my window, motioning for me to put it down. His strong build fitted his job well,his size would scare people away. He stood tall, his arms showing off his muscle in the tight black work jacket that he wore, his vibrant vest harbouring more weapons than a normal guard would. Just by this, it made me believe that they were privately hired. The lighting from the front gate reflected off his bald head, and drew my eyes to a very clear scar across his face. He had the edge to scare people away too. There was no doubt in my mind that he was an ex- soldier.

"Name." He ordered. Usually people ask, he had no reason to. Because he knew that if I didn't tell him, then I wasn't getting through. He knew that even if I got through him, the other guards inside wouldn't let me.

"Kiana Jones." I said in the same tone of voice he had just used. He was clearly bored in his job, his repetitive job. He wanted mired in, he desired change, he desperately wanted something different to do than let people through a gate. But he knew that his job would lead him to higher places, grant him more opportunities than any other, and give him a shot at gaining the power he wanted. For now, the power was just something he desired, but he hoped that it would come true. But who am I to assume? Maybe he lived his job and was bored with me. Who cares?

"You park your car in the left side of the lot. You can leave it there as long as you wish, stay as long as you please, but when you leave, I have to search your car." His voice became stern.

"I understand." I said, looking over at the gate as he wandered up to it, knocking and waiting for it to open. He pushed against it when it was unlocked, waving his hand at me to go through. Another guard stood stationed on the other end, pointing to the left hand side of the open car park. It wasn't full, and it wasn't what I expected. He was the same as any other outside car park I had seen, despite the countless guards that stood on each corner. The whole place was heavily armed and the guards watched over me as I slowly got out of my car. Their stares didn't intimidate me. But I knew not to mess with them, I wouldn't.

"Who are you visiting? I can point you in the right direction." The same guard who let me in asked. His eyes took in my attire, dragging them up my black boots my black cargo trousers, my dark leather jacket before finally reaching my face once again.

"Emily Fox." I answered, a frown taking over my face as I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He seemed to catch on, letting out a hefty chuckle at my disgust.

"No, you have it wrong. I admire your outfit, but not like that. My job is to observe, I'm just trying to decipher what someone like you has to do with someone like her. But hey, not my business. Head straight down there, her trailer is that first one down there. Blue wheels, you can't miss it. Excuse me." He said, pointing at her trailer and then chuckling once again to himself before moving back over to the gate.

My feet followed the directions he gave me, coming to a halt as I looked over her trailer. From the outside it was any regular trailer, on the bigger side of course. But I was sure that the inside would give me the same vibe as what the overly lavish hotel did in Spain.

My hand gently knocked on the door, the sound of people laughing in the distance caught my attention, but it was taken off it as the door opened in front of me. Her eyes met mine, but they were not the pair that I wanted to meet.

"Hi, sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Fox." I said as I let my hand rest against the rail that attached to the steps leasing to the trailer door.

"She's kind of busy at the moment. You're disturbing something, now fuck off. You're ruining our night." The girl spoke, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she glared at me.

"Who is it Lee?" Her voice echoed through the trailer as the woman didn't look away from my eyes.

"There's a hot mess here to see you. I told her to leave because we're busy." She shouted back, before I heard shuffling. My mouth stayed sealed shut as I waited for Emily, trying very hard to keep my words to myself.

"Oh. No she's okay. Hailee this is Kiana. Kiana, Hailee." Emily said as her eyes took me in. Lee looked a little lost now, clearly not expecting Emily to know me, or at least accept my presence at this time in the evening. I must admit though, I was clearly interrupting something.