Chapter Three: Why So Moody?
Chapter Three
My husband huffs then leaves the scene with quick strides. I stare at the gentleman who made me forget pain; Renolds. He stares at me back for a while, then slowly he disconnects from our formerly locked gaze and goes away with Jeffery.
My heart stops for a second.
I can tell Jeff is slightly embarrassed.
My maid comes to assist me up and I am currently in a dying state.
I wonder why and what he is doing with my husband. Why him of all persons to do business with?
*‡*
"Smile for the camera." My best friend says as the camera flashes my eyes, producing a blinding light.
I am in a company called Perfect Packaging where they package different goods in boxes before delivering them to customers.
It is a big company and I am here to pose as the nice happy celebrity I am. I am dressed in stylish denim pants, beautiful makeup on, red high heel shoes and the company's shirt with the label Perfect Package {PP} on.
I shake hands with few of the company's executives while smiling for the camera and advertising their product.
Rosie is dressed in a large fur coat that matches her brown short bob hair. While mine is a wavy blonde hair. My polo is tied at the middle making it look like a crop top.
I and Rosie take quick paces around the company.
Rosie whispers, "I spoke with the manager and he's letting you work here and they'll pay you but it'll all be a secret. The more boxes you package, the more you earn." There was a pause. "Why don't you just divorce him and go on with making your own money with your talent? This is.." Rosie looks around in disgust.
"—What I want to start with for now."
My husband controls my funds. I was just a start-up actress when Jeffery found me. Naive. He took control of me through my naiveness and now he's in control of my life. He joint in making me a big star and can take me down if he desires to.
One word from him and no producer will take me. Jeff's all-round connected in the business world.
'I'm a nobody without him.'
"Hi, I'm Vickie Ballet, an actress, model and singer. It's soo nice to meet you," I introduce myself heartily to an executive of PP stores. The man shakes me warmly.
Everybody is so excited to meet me and I showcase the same excitement.
I head to the main packaging department where work is being done and sight a worker dressed in his uniform.
I smile as I approach him. "Hi I'm Vickie Ballet, and it is my pleasure meeting you."
He immitates me, mouthing the exact words at the same time, though no sound is produced. He has black hair, short and is somehow gothic, showing he is devoid of humour. This surprises me. "Yeah,"
Silent falls and I am surprised how he knows exactly what I wanted to say and mouthed it word-to-word. The strange worker just goes on sealing boxes as he simultaneously shows he's dispirited, not minding my presence.
"You can go on packaging those boxes." He then says.
I am still stunned.
"Don't mind Ollae," Another worker informs, who is obviously trying to stifle her excitement. "He is just like that."
*‡*
I am on top of a bridge with a big scarf tied around my head. I sob in silence and possess dark circles under my eyes.
I press tears down my eyes as I feel my stomach. I rub my belly and I don't feel what I use to. It's sad that I don't feel my baby's kicks. I can't feel the life in me anymore and I know that I have lost my baby.
I feel so sick.
I feel like dying because nothing is worth it anymore. It can be that I'm overreacting and my assumptions are false but the urge to dive over the bridge is overwhelming.
"Victoria Ballet!" I roll my eyes as I hear a person yell my name and I think it's a fan who's recognizes me.
I face the person a bit. "Could you just leave me alone?"
"It's not safe," all of a sudden I feel like I have heard this voice from somewhere before. Then, with this discovery, I turn to face the stranger as he continues to speak, "to dive into the water."
It is the night superhero. He faces me as we lock gazes.
"You," I call, marching up to him. "What did you tell my husband?!"
"I do not intend to wreck your marriage."
I say angrily, "You.."
"I swear, I did not know." His accent sounds like he's Norwegian. Renold looks at me and there is compassion in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I hope you do not want to jump."
I go back to my spot and breathe. I am surprised to see him follow me to climb the edge of the bridge. This is evening.
"I will jump if you jump." This man I know as Renold, tells me.
"I don't plan on jumping. And who do you think you are?" I look at him then stick my foot out and he does the same, also holding my arm.
I snicker.
I do it again and he tries to do the same. It is somehow amusing for me and I try to act like I'm jumping in but this time around he thinks I am for real I dive in, accidentally pushing me in with him.
PLOP!! SPLASH!!