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You entered your trailer and shrugged off the robe heading for the bedroom. You threw it on the bed and then sat down and kicked off your sandals.
“Hello, Y/F/N.”
Your heart nearly stopped as you recognized his voice. You jumped up and turned around and saw him.
“Brett! What are you doing here?” you said shakily.
“We have unfinished business,” he said as he came toward you.
You made a run for the door, your only thought was getting away from Brett, even if you were topless, barefooted, and in your underwear. You felt a sharp sting as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you back against his chest. His right arm closed around your waist and held you tight as he pulled your head back exposing your neck area. He leaned down and sniffed your hair and then poked his tongue out and licked your neck.
“God, you smell good. And I’m going to enjoy leaving my mark on your unblemished skin,” he said with a chuckle before latching onto the nape of your neck.
You were breathing heavily from running and the fear that he caused.
“Brett, please stop. You don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, yes, I do. I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I met you. And the fact that this was your first movie made you even more attractive. A virgin in my world. Ripe for the taking,” he stated as he moved his left hand from your hair and clamped down roughly on your left breast.
You screamed and he quickly moved his hand over your mouth.
“Shut up. I told you that I could make it nice or very rough. Well, after the day that I’ve had, it’s gonna be hard and fast. You and your ex-boyfriend and your current boy toy, Chris are to blame for me getting fired today. That safety inspector said that he had someone come forward to report something he overheard while visiting the studio. The only visitor was Jensen. I told you he couldn’t protect you. And it’s obvious that he didn’t really love you either.”
Tears were stinging your eyes at Brett’s hurtful words and his intentions of what he was going to do to you. You struggled against his arms, but he was stronger and double your size.
“Brett, please. I’m sorry that you got fired. That wasn’t my intention. You haven’t done anything yet. You can just leave. I won’t tell anyone that you were here.”
“That’s not what you said two days ago. You said you’d report me if I tried anything. Well, I’m doing more than trying. I’m finally getting what I’ve been dreaming about for months. No more jacking off with my hand. I’m getting ready to fuck this pussy,” he said as he moved his right hand lower.
In that split second, you turned inward toward him and drove your left knee into his crotch. He doubled over in pain as he released you. You ran for the kitchen and grabbed a fork from the drawer and clutched it in your right hand. You also grabbed the phone receiver and dialed 0 for the studio operator. Before anyone answered, Brett was behind you and wrapped the cord around your neck along with his right hand and squeezed. You were choking and now you feared that he would kill you. You gripped the fork and then stabbed it into his left thigh. He screamed out but it seemed to heighten his sadistic nature as he then punched you in your left ear. You heard ringing and felt dizzy as your legs buckled and he let you fall to the floor. He quickly jumped on top of you, and you heard a zipper and felt his hand between your legs.
“Noooo,” you said as if the whole world had slowed its spinning. It was as if you and him were the only two people on Earth and you were fighting to survive. He grabbed your underwear and yanked hard as you heard and felt the material rip against your sensitive skin. You screamed again but this only seemed to excite him as you stared up and saw his wicked grin and his cold eyes. You felt him rubbing his still flaccid penis against your folds. You gagged and then reached up with your right hand and gouged at his right eye, making contact as he flinched.
“You fuckin' bitch,” he yelled as his fist hit your nose and blood spewed out.
“Owww,” you huffed out but then when his next blow landed on your right eye, everything went black.
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Jared ran to the SUV and flung the door open and then leaped inside.
“Sorry to hold you up, guys. Those burritos from lunch made a run for the border,” he said, laughing at himself.
“TMI, dude,” Jensen replied, not looking away from his phone.
“I’m just glad that you’re not gonna be stinking up my vehicle again,” Cliff said, eyeing him from the rearview mirror, before pulling out of the parking lot.
“Hey, man. What happened at lunch with Dee?”
“Huh?...Oh, yeah…Nothing much,” Jensen answered with a shrug of his shoulder and then continued scrolling on his phone.
“Did you ask her? You know, if she roofied you?”
Jensen paused and then looked up and saw Cliff watching from the mirror again and then glanced over at Jared, waiting expectantly.
“Uh, no but she did confirm that we…,” he paused and exhaled a short breath, “had sex. So, it was all me and my stupidity to think that I could mix beer, whiskey and then bourbon or scotch or whatever the hell it was that she gave me and not be affected.”
“So, how did you leave things? Are you still friends?”
“Yeah…yeah, we’re friends. In fact, she was leaving for Amsterdam to film a movie. I told her I’d keep in touch with her, and she said she’d call me when she’s back.”
“I guess that’s the best outcome from all of this. So, are you going to try to talk to Y/F/N? Explain what really happened and see if she’ll take you back?” Jared asked sincerely.
Jensen swallowed and then licked across his lips as he glanced at his best friend.
With a shake of his head, he said, “No. She made it clear that we’re done. I’m moving on. In fact, I’ve even thought that Dani and I could finally give it a go when she returns.”
“Really? Well, I guess you’ve already gotten past the awkward build up to having sex so why not. Hey, what are you craving for dinner? I’m suddenly starving.”
“I don’t care. You choose.”
Jensen heard the random banter between Jared and Cliff, making suggestions about restaurants and food choices but he had retreated into his own head. Thank God he was a damn good actor because he had just given his best acting performance of his life, especially if Cliff and Jared believed that he could get over you that quickly.
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Tracy was walking toward Y/F/N’s trailer when she saw Chris walking toward her from the other direction.
“I thought you had already left for the wrap party,” Tracy said, smiling at him.
“I would have but yet again, I’m waiting on Y/F/N. Thought I would come and rush her along,” he chuckled.
“I’ll help you,” she said, but as they turned the corner, they saw a security guard with his gun drawn ready to walk up the stairs. He heard their footsteps and quickly spun, pointing his gun out at them as they froze. He held his hand up for them to stop and then lowered his gun and rushed toward them.
“We received a call from this trailer, but no one was on the line. In the background, we could hear a man and woman talking and then a scream and a struggle. Stay right here until I check out the scene,” he informed them and then he turned and quickly approached the trailer and proceeded up the steps. He turned the knob and rushed inside.
“Security! Get your hands up, now. Move!”
Chris wanted to run and help but didn't want to leave Tracy's side. They could hear movement but were shocked when Brett appeared in the doorway, shirtless and with his pants unzipped. The security guard called out for one of them to call 9-1-1 and Tracy quickly dialed. The guard walked behind Brett with his hand on his shoulder as they both came down the stairs.
“You son of a bitch,” Chris yelled as he rushed toward Brett. “What did you do to her?”
“Mr. Pine! Please don’t-,” the guard said but it was too late as Chris punched him in the face and Brett brought his hands up to defend himself. Brett being larger than Chris worked to his advantage as he lowered his shoulder and drove it into Chris’s midsection and they both tumbled to the ground. The guard quickly holstered his gun and leaned over to grab Brett by his arm, but he kicked out, knocking him off balance and he fell. Brett jumped to his feet and tried to run but Tracy gave him a swift karate chop to his throat which dropped him to his knees gasping for breath. Chris and the security guard quickly got up, standing over Brett as the guard redrew his gun on him. “Help me by restraining him with these zip ties,” he said, handing it to Chris.
“My pleasure,” Chris replied as he grabbed Brett’s arms and roughly brought them together behind him and slipped the zip tie over his wrists and secured it tightly.
They heard Tracy talking to the dispatcher as she rushed up the stairs and into the trailer.
“Oh my God!” Tracy shouted which made Chris bolt up the stairs as the guard stayed with Brett.
As Chris entered, he saw Tracy down on her knees over Y/F/N’s body, and a pair of bare feet not moving. The kitchen counter blocked the rest of his view and he slowly approached silently praying that she was alive.
“She’s unconscious…..Yes, she’s breathing but not like normal. It sounds like a wheezing or hissing sound…. She has a busted lip, bleeding from her nose, and a black eye. There’s a phone cord wrapped around her throat and its very red.”
Chris moved up behind Tracy and peered down at Y/F/N’s bloody and bruised face and his breath caught.
“Carefully unwrap the phone cord from around her neck but make sure that you don’t move her head. I’ve dispatched an ambulance to your location.”
Tracy laid her phone down on the floor and carefully moved the cord, unwrapping it slowly until it was free.
“Can someone else let the front gate know to admit them when they arrive because I want you to stay on the line with me?” the dispatcher said.
“Yes, I can. Chris, call the front gate and tell them to expect an ambulance.”
He didn’t answer but continued to stare at Y/F/N as if he was in a trance.
“Chris!” she again said, and he slowly looked at her as she got to her feet. “Stay here with her.”
He slowly nodded as she left the trailer to ask the security guard to radio the front gate.
Chris slowly went down to his knees and then touched your hand and held it in his own.
“I’m so sorry. I promised you that I would protect you. You’ve gotta be okay, so that I can make it up to you. Please let me have the chance to love you,” he said as tears rolled from his eyes down his face.
Within 5 minutes, they heard sirens and then the ambulance arrived. Chris finally released your hand and stepped back. He watched and listened in horror as the EMT’s communicated with the hospital on your condition. They were worried because you were still unconscious and speculated that you may have a concussion. Also, your breathing was raspy and hissing and your abdomen area was bruised and after a quick examination, you had a few broken ribs. One of the attendants started an IV line in your left arm, while the other one placed a nasal cannula in your nostrils and carefully looped the lines over your head. Both men worked together and placed a neck brace on you to stabilize your head and neck area prior to moving you to the big metal stretcher. They then carried the stretcher down the stairs and loaded it into the back of the ambulance. A crowd of crew members, along with the new director, James, and Allison Reynolds stood by watching. Chris slowly made his way down the stairs and stared as the ambulance sped away with the siren blaring. Tracy came up beside him and gently touched his shoulder.
“I’m going to the hospital to wait on an update from the doctor. Are you coming or going to the wrap party?”
“Hospital. Why don’t you just ride with me and Rick? He can bring you back to your car whenever you’re ready to leave,” Chris said.
“I don’t know if that’s allowed. I’ll just drive myself-”
“Tracy, it’s fine. Ride with Rick and Chris. I don’t want you having a wreck because you’re upset,” James added sincerely.
“Thank you, Mr. Freitag,” Tracy replied and then she and Chris ran toward the waiting SUV.
Thank you for reading, all the comments and suggestions, and giving me kudos! I’m taking a little break because my family is moving. Will resume with the third and final part once settled again.