Behind The Scenes

Chapter Nine

"Where do you keep this gun?" I stand up and point to the 44 revolver that is on the table where I put it.

"I keep it in a drawer by my bed." He says looking up at me.

"Why do you have it?" I want to make sure that he doesn't have a plan to do something bad, but it's not like he would tell me, and besides, I'm pretty sure that is not his intention with it.

"It was my father's." He pauses and looks down as if he was ashamed, "He gave it to me on my thirtieth birthday."

"Why do you have it here?" There is no reason to have it here, even for protection, you don't need something this big to protect yourself.

"It's a reminder to always do my best at everything regardless of what it is." He grabs the beer that is sat on the ground and throws it in the trash bin next to him.

"Is there anything else that can be that reminder?" There has to be.

"Yeah, I'll take it back to my place tomorrow." He says grabbing the gun and walking back to his bedroom, but turns around before entering the room, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not for my sake as much as everyone else's." I put my hands in my pockets and shrug my shoulders, "I'm gonna go get Jon and Gwyneth, and you are going to apologize to them for scaring the hell out of them."

"Okay." He nods and walks back in the room.

I walk over to the door and open it to see Jon and Gwyneth. I guess they told the lady who knocked on my door to go back to her trailer.

"Everything's okay now." I pause, just standing in the door way, "He would like to apologize, the gun is put away, but he is still drunk."

"Thank you." Jon says walking in, "He had us worried for a little bit there."

"So, are you guys like, a thing?" Gwyneth asks as she enters, I chuckle.

"No, but we are old friends," I lie, "we know eachother well."

I close the door as Robert walks out. Jon and Gwyneth take a seat at where they were sitting before they left, and Robert sat down on the couch. I just stood in the kitchen area, leaned against the stove.

"I'm very sorry for getting out the gun, I am going to take it my house tomorrow." He pauses and just stares down at his hands, "There was no excuse for my actions, and I deeply apologize."

"Thank you for apologizing." Jon starts, "And thank you Charlotte for helping him calm down."

"That's why I'm here." I smile and look at Robert who is smiling at me.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?" Gwyneth says after we had been looking at eachother for a while.

"Oh, no." Robert says with a laugh.

"Yeah, there's nothing, I promise." I say looking down at the floor.

"Well, I'm going back to my trailer for a good night's rest." Gwyneth says standing up.

"Me too." Jon says, he follows her out the door, leaving Robert and I alone, in silence.

After a few seconds of silence, Robert speaks up, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You're drunk." I laugh and roll my eyes, when in fact, I'm pretty sure we were thinking the same thing.

"You know," he stands up and slowly starts walking over to me, "Even if I wasn't drunk, I would still be thinking the same thing. It's just that, now that I am drunk, I'm not afraid to say it."

"Robert, this would be very inappropriate." I say crossing my arms, and clenching my jaw.

"You're welcome to stay in my trailer for the night." He inches towards me, slowly, as I stay put.

"Robert." Is all I can say, since I don't have an excuse for him to stop. Before I know it, he is standing only a foot away.

We stand there for a few seconds until I couldn't take it any longer. I  take a step forward, grab his face in both of my hands, and press my lips to his.

It didn't feel weird, or gross, like ever other kiss I've had, but it felt right, like it was meant to happen. I wrap my arms around his neck, as he wraps his arms around my waist.

At first the kiss felt perfects until it got more intense, and aggressive, which wouldn't be a problem with any other girl, but I am not any other girl.

I get flashbacks of something similar to this, I pull away instantly and whisper, "You're drunk."

"What's wrong?" He asks starting to get flustered.

"I, have to go." I step out from in front of him and go to the door. Before I open the door I look back at him staring at me. "I'm sorry."

And with that, I open the door, jump out and close it behind me. I take a deep breath, taking in the cool air. I stand there for a minute before walking back to my trailer.

Before I know it, I am back in my trailer, and sobbing like a baby on my bed in the dark. I can't help but think about how many times I have been deceived, especially when both the man I was with and I were drunk.

I fall asleep that night with tear stains all along my face and pillow. I feel like a complete idiot.