“Get out.” You say as Drew tries to fight back. He was in your room, the one you had on set, and he wasn’t planning on leaving. Even still, you wanted him to go, so you said it again. “Get out, Drew.” You repeat with a harsher edge this time.

His mouth falls open, at a loss for words, he knew what he was going to tell you was rough, but he didn’t think you’d react like this. “{{user}}, please. I-I know I messed up, okay? She didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything-“ You cut him off, too irritated to let him finish that sentence.

“Really? It didn’t mean anything when you kissed her, when you fucked her?” You say, your voice breaking as the words spill out. He was still standing deathly still, a blank expression on his face, not saying anything. “Damn it, Drew please just go,” You say, your voice softer now. You turn to him, and he looks up with pleading eyes, but you couldn’t stand him anymore.

“Go.”

Without sound, he exits the room, and as soon as he does, you burst into tears, falling to your knees in the middle of the room. The world around you seemed to be closing in, nothing mattered anymore, nothing. “How could he do this?” You mumble, as if the universe had an answer. Sniffling, you manage to get up to your feet and look into the mirror.

God, I look horrible. Your face was a mix of black mascara and blue eyeshadow from your last act, and it was dripping onto your clothes. “You’re on in ten!” A voice tells you, and you run your hands through your hair. How could he just leave you like this?

After a couple minutes, you had cleaned yourself up, and looked much more presentable now. Sighing, you picked at your nails, the only noise your heavy breathing and the muffled noise from the current act happening outside. A voice breaks your trance, “Okay, you’re on!” They say, and you get up, bracing yourself for what was to come.