Acting (Like) Enemies (Kellic)

Chapter 2:)

Kellin's POV-

Today is the day. After a long time of not being asked to be in any small name movies, I'm going to be in one. I'm totally fine with only being in small movies because I don't want to be too famous, I like my privacy and I like not being well known. So when bigger companies ask me to be in their movies, I turn them down very nicely. They understand.

The small movies still pay well and I'm living my dream so its all good. I'm especially nervous for this one though. I haven't been emotionally stable lately whatsoever and I don't even know who my co-star is. 

Justin wants me to see a therapist but I insisted that I can get better on my own, which I can.

So this morning I just read over my lines once more so I could be prepared for anything. Then I just went through my daily morning routine. I showered, got dressed, did my hair, and brushed my teeth. I went to the kitchen and looked in my cabinets. I had food, I just didn't want any. My co-star would probably be disgusted with me because of how fat I am. Food can wait another day.

Filming starts at 1:00 and it's only 11:00 so I have some time to kill. It only takes me 5 minutes to walk to the set. I don't usually drive anywhere because everything is in walking distance and I could use the exercise.

My mind drifted back to what happened yesterday. I can't believe that after all these years, I had to see that horrible human again. What if he's living in this town now? I would see him all the time, and I don't think I can handle having an anxiety attack everyday.

Would I ever be able to forgive him though? Probably not. He made my life a living hell and I still have nightmares about it. I thought I loved him, and I was stupid enough to think he'd feel the same way.

He is a major cause in my severe depression and anxiety. He's also a big part in the reason that I attempted suicide, 3 times. My mom saved me one of those times, and Justin saved me the other two.

My mother was a great woman. She didn't deserve what my father did to her. I remember being woken up some nights because of the sound of loud arguing and my mothers cries of pain from being hit by him.

He had never injured me, but he injured the person I loved most. It hurt me when he left. He may have been a terrible man but he was still my father. My mom committed suicide the beginning of senior year of high school, and then I was left on my own. 

Of course Vic didn't know any of that. But if he did theres no doubt in my mind that he would still have tortured me. 

I pushed all thoughts of Vic out of my head and focused on the filming today and how excited I am for it. I still had some time to kill so I turned on Netflix on my laptop and watched American Horror Story until it was time to leave. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and script before heading outside. 

It was a cloudy day outside and it looked like it would downpour any second. That was definitely a contrast from my mood, I was feeling quite good today, probably from the excitement I usually get before filming movies. As I began walking down the road, a familiar car pulled up to me but I couldn't quite put my finger on who's car it was.

Then the window rolled down. "Well if it isn't Kelly Quinn. I have to say, you're looking quite marvelous today," this sexy Mexican asshole said to me. I just stared at him in surprise, trying to keep my cool.

"So hot stuff, do you need a ride anywhere?" he asked. I bit my lip, trying my best to stay calm. 

"Get the hell away from me, I don't want anything you have to give me," I snapped. He raised his eyebrow and winked. 

"I could give you a lot of things, and I'm sure you would at least want some of it," he said suggestively. What the hell is up with him. First he tortures me in high school, and now he's flirting with me. My stupid cheeks betrayed me and they turned a crimson red.