Convicted

Chapter 5: Misery

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"Stop running." Michael whispered, loosening his grip on my shoulders after realising I had stop struggling.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone ludicrous.

"Didn't know you like taking the stairs these days." He joked, cracking out a grin.

What does he mean? Oh. He saw me earlier on taking the stairs to the top floor.

"I needed the exercise." I came up with some lame excuse, hoping he bought it.

"Of course." He agreed, amusement in his voice. He stepped closer to me, causing me to go backwards until my back hit the door. My cheeks were heating up and I could feel my heart racing.

His face went closer to mine, however, he went to the right side of my face.

"You're in the way, Miss Evans. Mr Martin will get mad if we don't arrive on time." He said in a playful tone, before pushing me away from the door and heading out.

What the heck?

I screamed in frustration at him, realising that he just toyed with me. I heard him chuckle as he went to the door for the set, he opened the door but didn't go in. I realised he was staring at me with a smirk on the face. He was holding open the door for me.

"Come on, Her Majesty Cecilia, we don't have all day."

I met Michael two years ago, when we first started filming "Convicted". Unlike me, he was new to the industry but he managed to capture everyone's admiration fairly easily. Heck, even dogs look up to him. When I first met Michael, he told me that his name was "Chris", which lead into a heap of confusion during the first week of filming. Whenever I called him "Chris", off cameras, the crew would always wonder who I was talking to, thinking there was something wrong with me in the head. After finding out about what he has done, we had a major argument, and Michael had a laughing fit, completely not remorseful for what he had done. We hit it off pretty well but there was no end to his playful banter, which frustrated me to the core.

Why do I even like a guy like him?

Snapping back to reality, I went into the room, feeling the urge to somehow erase that smirk off his face. I heard him shut the door and could feel him come up to me from behind.

"We'll talk later." He winked at me, before jogging off to Mr Martin. Heat bloomed in my cheeks and I struggled to think properly.

I hated the effect he had on me.

"Cecilia!"

I turned around and noticed Austin coming to me. He had a huge smile on his face.

"Hey-hi." I said, trying to sound casual although I could feel how warm my cheeks was. At this point, you could crack an egg open on my cheek and cook breakfast. Get yourself together, Cecilia.

"Are you okay? Your cheeks are really red." He asked, a look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine, no worries. I had a drink before work started." I replied, mentally slapping myself after realising what I said.

"You DRINK before you work?" He asked, shocked.

"Cecilia, time to shoot scene 97, get your fuckin' ass over here." I heard Mr Martin yell from the back.

"Talk to you later!" I waved Austin off and ran over.

Some of the co-workers were giving me looks of disapproval.

The scene was a living room setting today. Black leather sofas were placed around the coffee table. The flowers around the set looked really pretty but I realised something that instantly dampened my mood. What great luck. I had to act out a scene with Jenny today. This scene involved a dramatic catfight between Jenny and I because I dated her boyfriend.

Writers of "Convicted", screw you. Screw you.

I straightened my skirt, then closed my eyes for a few seconds trying to get myself into character. I was waiting for the cue from the director to walk in the scene, while Jenny was already sitting on one of the sofas, pretending to be engrossed in the magazine.

"Action!" Mr Martin called out.

I walked into the living room from the "door".

"What's a pest like you doing in MY house?!" Jenny said, glaring at me. She stood up and walked towards me, her heels clicking loudly.

"Oh really, if I'm a pest, what does that make you, someone who is a third wheel in a relationship?" I said sarcastically, laughing.

Her eyes turned into closed slits and her nostrils were flaring from what I said.

"You BITCH! YOU STOLE MY BOYFRIEND." She shrieked, before landing a hard slap to my face. I stood there in shock, the slap barely registering in my mind. Loud gasps filled the room from the unexpected action.

The slap wasn't in the script.

I could feel my cheek stinging and my hand flew to it, trying to ease the pain. Tears were threatening at the corner of my eyes. Why is she doing this? I could feel my blood boil from the injustice.

"CUT!" Mr Martin shouted.

"Good job Jenny! Let's shoot the scene again. Slap her harder, the audio needs to be captured!" Mr Martin commented, twisted smile on his face.

Olivia, my other female co-worker gave a loud whistle, clapping.

I could see Michael leaning against the wall, frowning, his hands balled up into fists. He was breathing heavily. He's pissed. Emmett was next to Michael, he had no expression on his face but he was watching carefully, as if picking up every single little detail.

The scene went again.

I was on the verge of breaking down.

Getting myself together, we began again.

As quickly as the scene started, it ended as soon.

Jenny to her own delight had struck me harder on her second chance to. I could feel my cheek throbbing, the stinging ache from my cheek that won't cool down. A few scenes went on which I didn't have a part in. I hid in the toilet during that period, sobbing.

It sucks. I stared at myself in the toilet mirror, not surprised at what stared back. My swollen eyes all red and puffed up from crying. My right cheek was swollen.

I felt so alone.

I began to regret my choice of staying in this company. Should have accepted the proposal to resign.

Should have done this...

Should have done that...

Keep convincing myself that I'm okay but the truth is, I'm about to lose it and I don't think I can do this anymore.

It felt that I had stayed in the toilet long enough, composing myself, I walked out to be greeted by Michael.

How long has he been waiting here?

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't be crying." He said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it, comforting me.

I gave him a weak smile in return, trust him to say something like that right now. He was always trying to find ways to make me happy.

"Where is everyone else?" I croaked out, my voice hoarse from all that crying.

"Lunch time, they went for lunch. Want to go?" He said, pointing at the lift. I instantly thought he wanted me to join the rest of the crew for lunch and I shook my head profusely.

I'd would rather die.

He seemed to catch on which he corrected himself by saying with a smile, "no I mean, lunch, just the two of us?"