Chapter 30
Ali Kat
Betrayal cuts deep.
I should know.
I’ve been on both the giving and the receiving end.
And now, I have to make things right, no matter how hard it is.
I knock on Prim’s door and wait for a reply. I knock again when no reply comes, and after a second, the door opens, then slams shut.
Did you expect this to be easy?
“Prim,” I shout through the door. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but this is important.”
“Can’t you just go away, like as in back to Hollywood!”
“Even if I could, I wouldn’t without talking to you first.”
The door opens, revealing a dour-faced Prim. “So, if I talk to you, you’ll leave.”
“Eventually.”
Prim steps aside, and I enter her room.
The walls are pastel pink, the curtains are white lace. She never appeared to have gone through an angsty, moody phase.
That is until I came around.
Prim plops down on the bed and stares up at me with judging eyes.
“I know you’re angry, I would be too,” I start. “I don’t expect you to understand why I did what I did, I can only say that I did it with no malice.”
“You knew how I felt about him!”
“Yes, but you didn’t know how I felt about him. He was my first crush, back when I was younger than you are now. I guess it all came back to me. Hollywood men are terrible. They never treat a woman right. I’ve tried dating regular men, but they are never themselves when they are around me. Garrett made me feel like I was a normal girl, which may make no sense to you, but it was something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
Her face contorts from anger to sadness, and I wish there was something I could do to take the hurt away.
“Was it serious? Or just for fun?” she asks.
I exhale an anxious breath. “It was supposed to be just for fun.”
“So it’s not like you were in love or anything?” she sneers.
“Actually, I’m not so sure I wasn’t.” I take a seat on the edge of her bed. “He’s not like Hollywood men, or at least I thought he wasn’t. I didn’t do anything purposefully to hurt you, it was just this animal magnetism that took hold.”
Prim scrunches her nose in distaste.
“Uh, sorry, that must have sounded weird. I really do cherish the relationship we were forming. I loved reading your screenplays, and I still want to forward them to Ted. He’s my publicist, and I think he’d really like them.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
I narrow my eyes, trying to think of what to say. Prim is smart, but oh so naive. I don’t want to shatter the image she has of him in her mind.
Too late, dumb ass.
