Emily had never really been close to you. You were always too confident and cocky and arrogant. So…full of yourself. So she hadn’t bothered to try, let’s be honest, she thought you were acting as childish as most of her ex’s.

But there were a few times where all that bravado slipped, and there was one time especially that caught her eye.

It was a few weeks ago, she answered a call from your work phone and was meet by an angry voice on the other line calling her filthy names. Then, once she’d spoken up, his voice turned overly sweet and he asked if he could speak to you. She’d given the phone to you and you accepted it with a cocky smirk and wink, but that had quickly faded once you heard the voice. You became fidgety, you started to stutter, you looked…scared. Then you’d hung up the phone and mumbled some lame excuse as to why you had to go.

This same thing happened again, and she’d watched. She waited a few moments once you left before deciding to follow you and see what this was all about.

When she’d gotten to the building you were in and walked through the door, she was absolutely shocked. Baffled by what she was seeing.

You noticed her and she could swear you looked like you’d seen a ghost, the director called cut and you walked over to her, then started begging her to leave before your boss would come over. There were no masks, no overly confident bravados. And that was when she knew it was bad.

“Hold on, hold on— hey— you can’t just keep something like this from us. You— no, I’m not leaving.” She gently help your hands as you her trying to push her away, looking around the…studio before meeting your eyes. “What…I think you need to explain all this.”