DON'T LET ME GO

chapter 7

As is the case in Hollywood nothing last forever, no scandal is scandalous enough to keep up with showbiz.
Days and weeks have gone and i was done answering questions about my enemy's infamous pictures, the tabloids were done with me for now and went on torturing someone else.

I was boarding a plane to Italy to start the shooting for a new movie and as i am about to turn off my phone a message comes through.

*Hello this is Carmen Dell Rosso, i wanted to check on you since you seemed very upset last time we talked. Looks like the storm has passed, how do you feel?

For the almost 11 hours flight, all i did was reading her text over and over trying to come up with a way to respond nicely but all the same keep my upper hand on her. She was in the wrong still. My creativety betrayed me on this one and all i wrote her was a pure cold text,

*Hello, it's good, busy now so dont have time to think about it.

I think it is safe to say that my text would set even Ghandi on fire not just Carmen and apparently her being mad means her reading and ignoring whatever i wrote since she never said anything after.
For a week all i could think about was her, her next move, next text maybe even her call. I was fixating on her after all there was nothing else to entertain myself with in this tiny magical coastal village in the south of Italy.

I was in my trailor when something got a hold of me and i just wanted to poke her and get her to talk to me maybe even appologize for kissing me since she never did.

*So was that enough for you to stay away from me?"

I waited and waited and nothing came from her i was even afraid to check if she actually red my text and purposly didn't answer. i didn't know how to take it if that was the case.

*Oh was that your intention?
You have to be more impulsive if you really mean it.
Am in Rio de Janeiro, how's shooting?"

I was reading her texts one after the other and already thinking what to say, why do i care what to say? As am reading i can see she is typing something which she keep deleting. I wonder what is it that she is not sure about sending me. Eventually that last text never came through so i texted instead

LAKE.J
*What? How did you know am shooting?

CARFUCKINGMEN
*am a fan 😋

LAKE.J
*i wish i could say the same...
*what's in Rio?

CARFUCKINGMEN
*my vacation
*have you been?

LAKE.J
*yes

typing....

I locked my phone and went back to work, all i could think about was her next text, what did she say, why is she talking to me she knows i hate her guts but yet again why AM I talking to her, why am i even thinking about carfuckingmen.

Shooting that day took so long that by the time i was done it was almost dawn. As soon as i got back to my hotel appartment i ckecked my phone hoping she texted me three thousand times and was hopelessly waiting for my reply but no. She didnt even send that message she was typing when i left the conversation...

* is it your habit to start typing a text and never send it?

I was sure i'd have to wait few hours before she replies given the time difference and the bitchiness in my speech but almost instantly my phone buzzed

CARFUCKINGMEN
*is it your habit to leave a conversation without saying bye?

LAKE.J
*sorry
*i was called on set
*i meant to text earlier but it took long
...
*you still there
*i don't like being ignored btw 😒

I went to sleep with the phone in my hand waiting for her reply, when Edward called few hours after i almost fell off the bed, i couldnt wait to finish the conversation with him so i can check if she did text me back...