"Ell." Ellen turned around and found Kevin standing behind her. "Yes Kevin." He smiled at her and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm so proud of you. The scene turned out amazing." She nodded, smiling at him. "Have you seen him? We have this whole goodbye party planned for him." Ellen took a deep breath, ignoring the feeling of the knife twisting inside her heart.
"Oh I'm sorry Kev I think he already left." Kevin frowned. "He didn't-" Ellen cut him off. "I know." She tapped his shoulder before walking away. At this point she was over having any conversation about him. She just wanted to go home and open that 35-year-old bottle of wine and stay up all night.
She walked back to the trailer. Luckily there wasn't anyone around. The set was unusually quiet. Maybe it was her. Maybe that set meant very little to her without the man she loves. Maybe, it's because, every single night for the past eleven years, she walked back to that trailer with him; and now she's completely alone. She has Chris, and Stella. But she feels so so alone and she loathes him for it.
Ellen was in front of her trailer, the memory of her walking to it blurry. She thanked God for not walking into a pole and walked up the stairs to her cozy trailer. His sent was filling the room, drugging her. She had to give this trailer a huge makeover as soon as possible. She needed to erase all memories of him. Ellen turned the light switch on.
"Oh my-" She jerked aback at the sight of Patrick, standing in front of her, his back leaning against her counter. "Dammit, Patrick." Ellen walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the lunch. She hadn't eaten today but the emptiness in her stomach suddenly washed over her. "I couldn't leave." Patrick whispered. Ellen rolled her eyes.
She was over him playing the victim. He's the one who's running away. She walked right past him to the cabinet, ignoring the magnetic pull, pushing every fiber in her body to touch him.
"You're ignoring me now?" He turned to look at her. She took a plate out of the cabinet and poured her pasta into it. "Ellen." He said, after a moment of silence. "Apparently I am. But you're making it very hard." She opened the microwave and placed the plate inside before she set the timer to two minutes.
Two minutes she had to wait until she could leave. She walked inside her bedroom, hoping he wouldn't follow her there. But he did. Of course, he'd follow her to the bedroom.
Ellen threw herself on the bed, her hands wiping her face delicately as she tried to not set pressure on her clear skin. "I- I don't know why I'm here. Or why I stayed. I have nothing to say. I just wanted to see you one last time."
Ellen scoffed, still looking at the roof. She didn't say anything. He took two steps forward. As he was about to sit on her bed, Ellen threw her hand in the air and stopped him. "I will physically hurt you." She spat. "Don't do that." His voice was low, ashamed.
Ellen steadied herself with her elbows. He couldn't help but notice how her beautiful hair fell down on her shoulders, down to her back. "You know what Patrick? It's my fault. It really is. I should've ignored you from the start. I should've hated you, and only acknowledge your existence when we were on screen." She stood up and walked to the microwave, she pressed pause.
"I told you I don't want to ruin my family. I told you I don't want to hurt Chris. But you pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Until you finally got what you wanted from me. You had sex with me." Patrick cringed. "And you did it again, and again. Until I told you I loved you."
She opened the microwave and took out the plate. "Seven times. Seven times I said it before you said it back. And what did you after? You got Jillian pregnant. Because just one woman wasn't enough for Patrick Dempsey, right? Who am I for you to sleep with only me? You have to get someone else knocked up too."
Even though Patrick knew Ellen didn't mean half of what she was saying, he welcomed it. He let himself feel the pain. Every word she said cut through him like a knife. He deserved it.
"And when I try to make things work, when I tell you I'm ready to leave, you run like a coward." Ellen threw the plate of pasta on the floor, as it shattered into a million tiny pieces, her food spilling everywhere. "Shit." Ellen grabbed some tissue and leaned down to wipe the mess she just made. "Ellen." He walked closer to her to help her up.
"No, don't. Leave me alone." She grabbed her purse and walked out of the trailer. Sarah was standing there, a worried look on her face. "Ell," Ellen walked right past her. "I'm sorry Sarah." She ran straight to her car, she got in and locked the doors, driving to her house.
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No Other Pain
Fanfiction"Without any additional word, Ellen walked out of the room, her heart cracking in her chest. His sent was all over her. His image the first thing on her mind. "Ellen!" His voice. She walked away faster, but his voice was still as close as it was sec...
