Broken

Eighteen.

After a run around the neighborhood with Deeohgee, an extremely hot shower, two naps and cleaned up around the apartment, it was eventually time to get ready for my date with Chris.
My phone was being blown up all day. First, there was my new agent, Roxy Clarke. She wasn't ecstatic about last night's 'make out session' on the patio with Chris. The only way I calmed her down was that I promised her I would cool it down with the public displays of affection. Especially if I wanted to be taken seriously when The Boss is released.
My publicist, Carrie Stevens, was the next person blowing up my phone. She wasn't as upset as Roxy but she had to put in her two cents so that she could release a statement to TMZ before gossip sites got to the story first. The statement was short and sweet: Sarah Rose and Chris Evans are dating. Nothing more, nothing less.
Mykie and Megan only checked to make sure I was still alive. I guess I had more to drink than I thought.
Chris had been really busy on set since before I woke up this morning. He was having issues with extras and dealing with problems. I asked if we should postpone the date but he strongly declined. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of our date.

I blasted a Daily Mix playlist from Spotify while I started my makeup. I decided to do only the minimum. My skin was starting to get really annoyed with the heavy makeup for the cameras. I was about to start my mascara when a phone call from an unknown number popped up on my phone and interrupted the music. I knew it could be only one person. I answered the call. I put it on speaker phone.

"Hello Jacob." I said, dryly.
"How did you know?" His voice was monotone.
"You're the only one that would call from an unknown number because you know I'll block you if you don't." I sighed annoyed already.
"I wasn't going to since I had seen you have a new boyfriend already."
"None of your business." I slammed down my mascara on the bathroom counter.
"So, I was right? He has been fucking you this whole time."
"Bye Jacob." I ended the call. The unknown number appeared again. I denied it, turned off the Spotify playlist and resisted the urge to throw my phone across the bathroom.

Thoughts flooded my head with the tears building in my eyes. The sinking feeling in my chest grew. Even though I had the attention and affection from someone that has treated me better than Jake, it still didn't heal me. I was going to hurt for awhile.
I knew exactly what to do to calm the storm in my head. I texted Mykie that he had called me to piss me off once again. I didn't bother to read her reply. I had to hear the song. I searched iTunes and downloaded it to play the song right away. I sang along to More than Words on repeat, finished my makeup and gave a ton of kisses to Deeohgee before driving over to the set.

Chris called me during my drive. He explained his plan to sneak me on set and into his trailer. The set director, Jason, would walk me onto the set with my face covered with a set robe. Whenever the paparazzi saw the set robe, they typically ignored it since they weren't going to get anything from it.
I couldn't blame Chris for wanting to keep things quiet. His agent and publicist scolded him, just like mine did to me. He was hoping to finish a reshoot with Tommy in an hour. That gave me plenty of time to calm the butterflies.
I could hear Jason opening the door to Chris' trailer, help me up the steps then had me stand inside the trailer. The door already shut behind me before I could thank him.
I removed the robe. I blinked my eyes to adjust to the change in light. I looked around me to see I was alone in the trailer but I was speechless. Chris set up his trailer just like the pizza place he took me to the night of my birthday, Rocco's Pizza. He even matched the tablecloth and the little white candles on the table. I walked up to a small piece of paper on the table with Chris' handwriting:

Beer is in the fridge. Make yourself comfy.

I smiled at his adorably sloppy penmanship. I let out a sigh as I made my way to the small fridge. Without knowing when Chris would eventually make it to our date, I just opened the one bottle. The cold liquid felt good down my throat. I sat at the table to start playing Candy Crush on my phone. It had been awhile since I found the time to play. I giggled to myself at the sight of my lousy unfinished level seven.

I gave myself a victorious fist in the air with my completion of level 27. I closed out the game to check once again for a text from Chris. Instead, I checked the time. 9:49pm. My phone alerted me of 20% battery remaining. I glanced around the trailer for a phone charger. I gulped down the rest of my third beer.
Voices outside the trailer had my eyes stop searching for the charger and staring at the door. I couldn't recognize any of them. It wasn't until they got closer that I heard Chris' voice. I locked my phone and set it onto the table. Chris told the other people to 'have a good night' and entered the trailer. The way the butterflies did backflips in my stomach made it feel like I hadn't seen him in months. He held up his pointer finger to his lips, closed the door behind him quickly and peaked out the little window. I waited for him to lock the door and motion me over with the same finger.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He smiled down at me. I shrugged a shoulder.
"You're lucky that I might be a little buzzed already."
"Ohh. Cheap date." He said, laughing. He cupped the sides of my face. I laughed at him and pecked his lips with mine. He didn't kiss me like I was expecting. He dropped his hands to my shoulders. I smiled at his blue eyes glowing in the gentle candlelight. "How was your day?"

"It was good. Spent a lot of time with Deeoh." He smiled at the use of one of my dog's new nicknames. "How was yours?"
"Too long. Much better now." He pulled me into another kiss by my shoulders. Still only a few pecks. Our eyes met again so I quickly forced a smile. "Have a seat. I'll get the food warmed up." I nodded my head. I sat back into the chair. I rest my chin on the palm of my hand with my eyes following Chris around the trailer. He brought out three styrofoam containers from the fridge. He placed the food from the containers onto three plates. The microwave was only big enough for one plate at a time. After starting the first plate of food in the microwave, he leaned onto the counter and scratched at his beard. Wrinkles on his forehead became apparent. "I know Jake called you today." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Mykie told me. Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes sluggishly met mine.

"I..I..I didn't th-think you wanted to hear about—"
"What did he say?" He interrupted my stuttering babble.
"Barely anything. I hung up on hi—"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked again. I shook my head. I blinked my eyes to avoid the tears from falling.
"There's nothing to tell. It's not like he's trying to—" I stopped myself as I watched him wipe away a tear. I swallowed harshly again. "Do you think he's going to take me away from you?"
"He can."
"Let me rephrase that.." I stood up from the chair. I held onto his large bicep with both of my hands. He kept his eyes away from me. "..do you think I would let him take me away from you?"
"He's your husband."
"No..no..hey.." I forced him to face me. "..I'm not going back to him. I'm yours." I stood on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. I felt his body release tension as wrapped his arms around my body. He nestled his face into my neck.

"Say it again." He whispered, breathing in sharply.
"I'm yours." I barely got the words out. He was already holding me tighter.