After finishing from shooting more scenes, me, Robert and Mark walked together to have lunch at Robert's trailer. "What's for lunch?" Asked Mark as we stepped outside waiting for Robert to open the door, "Chinese, your favorite." Replied Robert, opening the door and we entered.
We all took seats around the medium sized table. I sat across from Robert and Mark.
"You have a beautiful trailer. I like it." I said as I grabbed one of the chopsticks. Robert smirked and nodded, "Thanks."
The first few minutes were spent in silence, nothing more than the soft sound of chewing.
"So Mella" Started Mark, breaking the awkward silence.
I let out a small sound of mhmm as a reply, "Is this your real name or your stage name?" He asked, "No My name is Michaela but people call me Mella for short" I replied smiling. "Seriously Mark. Let me teach something called name shortening." Said Robert staring at Mark and I giggled. "Oh there we go." Said Mark chuckling. "It's a short form of a personal name. You see some people call me Bob, short for Robert. Mella, short for Michaela." Said Robert and we both laughed, "Give me a break." Laughed Mark, "Tomorrow I'll teach you another lesson, it's called how to start conversations 101." Continued Robert and I almost choked on my drink laughing.
"Shut up." Said Mark smacking Robert's arm playfully.
"So are you going to watch UFC later? The New season premiers tonight!" Said Robert to Mark, with excitement in his voice. "Yeah! Me and Hemsworth will watch it together, wanna join us?" Replied Mark with same amount of excitement. "Sure! I'd love that. Do you watch UFC?" Asked Robert directing the question to me, "Yeah I saw a couple of episodes. It's a good sport I guess." I replied casually, "Do you want to watch it with us?" Said Mark, grinning happily. "I'd like to but sorry I already have plans for later" I said and my heart sank, remembering what is waiting for me in that room. "Oh well, next time then." He said and I nodded.
Robert wanted to say something but he got cut off by Mark's phone ringtone. Mark got a quick look at the caller name and answered his phone, "Hey....ugh not again I'm working ..... alright I'll come now." He hung up muttering words under his breath and stood up, "I'm sorry man I have to go, Family duty. Tell the Russos I won't be late." , "Ok, see you later bud." Replied Robert. "It was nice, talking with you." He gave me a nod and quickly got out of the trailer.
"He seems like a cool guy." I said, resting my head on one hand, twirling my empty glass cup around with the other. "He's." He said, putting his plate aside and resting his arms on the table, "What are you planning to do tonight?" He asked, trying to sound casual but he seemed curious. "I'm going to have a little chat with Ace." , "Oh good luck." , "Yeah I need luck I got a terrible feeling that he'll leave me." I said, trying to keep my voice as casual as I can.
Robert sighed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, he began talking, "Fight for him if you really love him. Tell him how you feel, tell him that he changed. Tell him everything but be relaxed about it, don't make it over dramatic. Don't raise your voice and cry it will make things worse." He finished, a weary smile on his face, the same one from yesterday. "Thank you, I kinda needed that." I half smiled, thinking about what he said.
He shifted in his seat, "Can I ask you something?" , "Yeah sure." I replied, slightly afraid of what he might ask. "Yesterday you said something about Ace." He started. My heart began to race, knowing what he was going to ask. He noticed that I was nervous, "I'm sorry forget it" , "No it's fine" I shook my head. "You said Ace is the reason you're still alive. May I ask why? You don't have to answer I'm just trying to know my friend no pressure." My heart skipped a beat, remembering that night, the night that started all of this mess. "No one knows about this. Not even my family." I told him, taking a deep breath. A part of me was telling me not to tell him and the other was pushing me to spit it out. "Forget it, you don't have to say anything sorry I'm being nosy again." He said and I nodded, deciding not to talk about it.
He looked at his watch as he stood up, "Break is over, let's go back." He said nervously. I stood up and walked back to the set with him. We didn't talk afterwards. The rest of the day was spent in acting, no mistakes no laughing, serious acting.
After that very long day, I said goodbye to them and headed to what was waiting for me. I opened the door and walked inside the hotel room to find Ace siting on the couch, waiting for me. He rose quickly to his feet The moment he noticed my appearance. "Mella.." He started. "Can I change first?" I asked and he nodded.
I came back after a couple of minutes and sat on the couch, putting a small space between us. "Can I start now?" He said in a sad tone. His eyes weren't the same. They were bloodshot, glazed with a hint of anger and rage. He looked tired, we were both tired. I nodded giving him the green light to speak. "I know you're sick of this, sick of me embarrassing you all the time, sick of us fighting over everything like children. Sick of me being angry all the time but I can't control it Mella I can't. We had this conversation before. It's in me, it's part of me but i'm sorry, yesterday was .... uhh things got out of control I'm so sorry." He squeezed his hands together waiting for my response. "There's something called therapy you know, I tried it and it worked.." , "God no Mella no I said this before and I'll say it for the millionth time, I'll never EVER go to therapy." He cut me off and stood up, pacing around the room. I started to get worried that he might lose control again, "But it's the only solution, you're always frustrated and angry no matter how hard I try to calm you down." I said calmly but my heart was beating so fast. "I know, I know I can't control my temper and you don't deserve this but I'm sorry I can't go to therapy." He started to come closer, "It's not healthy that we fight everyday. I can't live like this and I don't want to loose you." I said, fighting back the urge to cry, "I don't want to say this, but you're not giving me another choice." He sat down next to me and I turned my head to face him, I knew exactly what he meant by these words, "No Ace It's NOT over, I just want the old Ace to come back, I don't know what to do any more. You don't want to solve this problem. You can't count on love to solve this. Please try therapy. For me." Sadly, a tear had escaped my eye.
Ace didn't say anything, he kept looking at the ground. "Maybe I'm not the one after all." He said breaking his silence. I grabbed his hands and squeezed them gently, "Don't you dare say that again. I love you. I just need you to fix your problem please, I don't have anyone but you." I said in a frightened voice. "It's not working anymore." He turned to face me again, his eyes shining with tears. "No we can make it work, together" I squeezed his hands tighter, feeling sickened from the feelings that are held inside. "I'm sorry Mella, but I can't change myself. I just realized that I was living in a fantasy, thinking that love would heal me. You deserve so much better, you're too good for me. There's a lot of guys out there that will treat you better, guys with no anger management crap. I truly from the bottom of my heart wish you a happy life. I can't see you like this anymore." He freed his hand from my grip and wiped away the tears from his eyes. I stood up, "They're not you! Why you're choosing to walk away from me when you know that you can solve this! This a stupid reason to break up!" I raised my voice and started to cry, holding back wasn't working anymore.
"Because I know that It won't work! It won't get any better! Please, it's for you. I don't want you to live a miserable life with me anymore." His voice cracked at every word he said, "I'm going to take my stuff and get out, I'll fly back to LA. I can't handle seeing you like this." He walked to the bedroom.
I froze in my place, couldn't move, couldn't talk. I wished it was all a dream and I'd wake up soon, Los Angeles warm sunlight illuminating our room, his arms wrapped around me, whispering sweet words in my ear but no, It was a nightmare, my worst thoughts, the feelings that I get whenever we fight. It was all happening at once. I saw him, a tall handsome bearded man walking out of the bedroom, clutching a black suitcase. He stood in front of the door, taking his last glimpse of me. "Can we at least kiss? A memory to hold onto?" I said, raw sound coming out of my mouth. He looked me in the eyes, his lips trembling, trying to speak, "No, it will make it worse." I couldn't take my eyes off him, hoping the connection would last forever. "Goodbye Michaela."
and just like that, Ace left my life forever.
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Fix My Heart ( A Robert Downey Jr. Fanfic )
Fanfiction*Completed* - Do you do this? Do you kill yourself slowly by keeping gray clouds of thoughts and feelings live inside you? Do you torture yourself by falling for someone that has no desire to be yours but you keep on doing it anyways? Because I do...
