Broken

Seven.

Lauren's arms wrapped around my delicate frame tighter. The tears poured down my face as I silently sobbed into the hug. She could tell as soon as I had sat down that something was wrong. She told the rest of the makeup and hair team to leave when all I could do was cry in response to everyone asking if I was okay.
Lauren and I were best friends now. There was another Lauren on set so I referred to my Lauren as Mykie, a nickname we created from her last name Mychal. She rubbed my back as I continued to cry. I released my arms from my tight grip around her.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong but you have to stop crying so we can get onto set." She whispered while handing me a tissue. I wiped the tears. I kept my eyes down causing more tears to fall.
"He cheated on me."
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" She raised her voice with her Philadelphian accent becoming intense. I shushed her, looking around the empty trailer.
"No one can know." I whispered. She nodded her head and handed me another tissue. "I'm going to divorce him. I just have to get through this fucking movie with him."
"Oh, my god. You're doing the right thing." Mykie hugged me again. I caught a glimpse of myself in the big mirror. My tired eyes filled with tears. The door to the makeup trailer opened, breaking our hug. We both nervously watched Chris enter the trailer and released a sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him. I hid my face behind my hand. Mykie started to pretend to gather her makeup.

"Hey guys, what's going on? Jake called me and said he's not coming to set today." He sat in the chair next to me. "Did you guys eat at that Mexican place again?" He laughed. I could see Mykie shake her head at Chris. I felt Chris' hand on my shoulder. "Sarah?" I slowly lowered my hand to reveal my bloodshot eyes to him. "Hey..." He whispered, leaning in closer to me. I let my hand fall front my face.
"Jake and I are getting a divorce." The words were shaky as they left my lips. Chris' saddened expression made me cry more.
"What?! What happened!!" I grimaced and shook my head at Chris. "Okay, okay. Come here." He hugged me the best that he could while I was still in the makeup chair. "We can film something else today. Mykie? Can you take her home?" I jolted my body out of the hug.
"No, I'm okay. I can do this. I need this." I motioned my eyes to the trailer door. I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. I begged him between gasps of air. He sat back into the chair, scratching at his beard. I wiped away the tears with another tissue, turning my body to Mykie. I could see Chris nodding his head sluggishly in the mirror. "Any time you need to take a break, just let me know." He said quietly. I kept my eyes on his fingers still scratching at his beard. I could tell he was trying to find the balance of being a friend and my director. I nodded my head to him then to Mykie.

Mykie held my hand during our walk to set. She reminded me how strong I was for still being there. She was more than likely comparing me to Jake. I took in more deep breaths. I always hated crying hysterically because of the post-cry-breaths.
Chris met up with us. He kept his voice quiet.

"Mykie, can you do some touch ups on everyone?"
"Of course." She squeezed my hand. I smiled at her, watching her walk to the other actors. I brought my eyes to Chris.
"How're you feeling? Be honest."
"Sad, exhausted..." I sighed and dropped my eyes to the ground. "...angry."
"Your dog ran away from home." I almost started crying again. The empty pit in my chest ached. "Come here." I hugged him, keeping my head down against his chest. He was the same height as Jake. His hand patted my back. I stood in front of him and lifted my head to wipe away a single tear.
"Stupid fucking dog." I smiled gently. His smile was there but he was still concerned.

We walked to the set. He explained what he wanted to see during Mykie's touch up on my makeup. The scene turned out to be perfect for me to do. Alice was angry at Dimitri after she caught him talking to police officers.
Chris faded away behind the cameras and lights.

"And...action!" He yelled. I started walking along the fake New York street, fueling the anger easily. Tom Holland caught my arm and slammed me against the prop building.
"Hey there, Alice." He said, imitating a slight New York accent.
"Don't 'hey' me, Dimitri. You fucking rat." He slammed me against the wall again. He raised his hand and froze it in the air. I didn't flinch a muscle. I kept my eyes on him. He returned his hand to my arm. The camera came in closer to us.
"A rat wouldn't be chasing the scent away from us!" I let out a chuckle. "A rat wouldn't..." He dropped his eyes to my chest with my bulging breasts from the top of the tight white dress. "...fuck his boss' wife the way she tells him to." He leaned in to me but I pushed him away and looked around him at the extras.
"Keep your voice down. The last thing we need right now is John finding out about that." We both walked out of the shot.
"Cut! Perfect!!" Chris yelled to us. I gave Chris and Tom a high five as we set up for the next scene.