Chapter 7 - I'm Getting Over You
August 21, 2006 - About 7:45 p.m.
"And people ask me how I'm doing? But every question still has you in, I say I'm fine, And I never think about you, But you're always on my mind, I'm getting over you most of the time.."
I sighed as I threw myself down on the couch of my apartment. Nothing has changed. Nothing. At. All. Well, expected I'm getting over him. Ah, hell. I don't even have to say his name. The Goldfield Hotel was a figment of the past - and I didn't even want to think about it. The damn place as been flushed down the toilet right along with Cassie and her bitchy-clingy boyfriend.
I graduated College - with a degree for Audio & Video Production. Just like I wanted - I'm working on a movie called 'Robots & Aliens'. Sounds like a Geeky Sci-Fi movie.. because it is. Yes, I'm the geeky Sci-Fi movie kind of person. Leave me alone.
I cracked my fingers as i tried to remove some of the tired muscles on my body. I sucked in a deep breath and stood up. Looking around my apartment. I'd fixed it up - and now it looked pretty cool. You get pretty good money for being a director - and I still get my perks up from living in a shabby apartment. I just tried to spiff it up a little bit.
It still looked shabby, but I painted it up. Now, Green walls. Not that nasty orangey pukey one. A light, grassy summer green kind. With some brand new wood floors that my dad paid for. (Thanks dad!). A very, very, vvveeerrryyy, comfy couch, that was a marshmallow white and accompanied with cushy round green pillows. A black coffee table with flowers in the middle. It was just right for me - a summery home. Well, My favorite season is summer. So, It fits me right? Right. Perfect home.
Perfect Home. Perfect Family. Perfect.. boyfriend?
You guessed it. Perfect boyfriend. His name? Well.. I suppost I soundn't tell you. It'd be horrible for everybody to know who ism dating and what his name is.. wouldn't it? Nope. I'll tell you.. I guess. But don't go blabbin' your mouth to people because I do have friends in gangs! So, don't test me! His name is Dakota. He was from Minnesota and came out here to go to Film school. And that's where we met. He was curly brown hair that curls around the tips, he hates it. I think it's cute. *Shrugs*. Bright brown eyes that he covers up with these dumb-ass aqua blue contacts that I hate with a ever present passion. He has a awesome personality, bright, funny. Everything I could've asked in a person. Everything I could want in a person. He's just.. amazing.
I couldn't ask for anything more, and nothing could ruin this.. right?
Wrong.
That wrong would come nearly 5 years later. Where He would enter my life. again..
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December 5, 2010.
I shielded my eyes from the sun. It wasn't cold. It wasn't snowing. Perfect for the next scene of my movie where Brad and Martin would have a brawl out at the scene we were shooting at downtown Goldfield. I went over my clipboard objects with Marie.
"Brad and Martin need their chaps - did Ariana get them from the product department?" I questioned looking over flipping over the pages as i pushed a pen behind my ear looking up at her - squinting.
"No. Sorry. Ariana couldn't get a hold of their director because she wouldn't answer her phone." Maria replied frowning, "Sorry, Riley." I sighed mentally slapping myself in the face. Why would I ever trust Ariana to do anything? Every time I ask her - she never gets it done and I'm stuck doing it all by myself anyways then we have to wait longer to do a 4 minute scene.
I muttered something not audible to anybody but myself and turned to Marie, "Go tell Marie to get her ass down to the product station and take note that she will be fired if she doesn't get those chaps to me A.S.A.P." I snapped shooing her off. I turned around and walked back to Mark, our cameraman. "What's the sun doing to our shot this time?" I asked. By the look on his face i knew that the sun was going to be a problem on this shot.
"All messed up, Riley." Mark replied figiting with the camera, angling the shot, changing the brightness, comparing and contrasting it, "Nothing's helping it. It's like we need to shift the whole set around." Mark replied.
"Gawd. Nothing is going right is it?" I said a little bit too loudly sighing, "Well. Fit it A.S.A.P. If it won't work - We will shift the set, it's set ups after all. Thank god."
"Alright. We'll keep working on it. But, I don't know how Long it'll be before I go bonkers and bash it in with another camera and ruin two of our finest cameras." Mark chuckled. I smiled and nodded before walking to the other side of the set.
Slowly, a white van made it's way towards the set. I watched it squinting my eyes as the dirt poured from the back wheels flowing down, getting in my throat making it hard to breath.
It stopped in front of me, and there was a man with a black, way too gelled up, fohawk sitting in the passenger side.
"Miss?" He asked rolling down his window, "Do you know where the goldfield hotel is, we got lost." I laughed at that. This freakin' county was like 3 miles wide. How could you get lost in it.
"This town is tiny. But whatever. Why would you want to go there. It's crap. Rundown. Nothing." I said to him, a little too choppy. And a little bit too mean.
"Hey, That's where I conducted my first Paranormal Investigation." He replied a little more angry, "And you can either be of help, you just shoo us off like flies." The boy replied gently itching his neck.
I focused on him. Something about him was familiar. Aqua/brown eyes that seemed to melt into you. a big nose that seemed way to big for his face. Wearing black... He looked so vaguely familiar.
"I used to work there." I replied, "It's horrible."
"Really?" The boy smiled going to get out of the car. I nodded slowly.
"What's your name anyways, Muscle man." I replied teasing him because of his arm muscles looked like something out of king Kong.
"Zak Bagans." The boy replied. And that's when it hit me.
Zak Bagans. The boy who drug me in, then left me like a bag of trash on the road, "And you don't fuckin' remember me do you?" I asked to him, half hissing.
"RILEY! FILMING IN 3." A scream called. I ignored it and stared at Zak. He stared at me.
"Riley?" He whispered his expression softening. "Is that you?"
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I was sitting in the living room - Laptop in hand... on tumblr.. Dead files came on because I was watching ghost adventures and you know how it does that and 10 o'clock on fridays... it changes to Dead files. (BORING) and I just thought. I have an hour... I mise as well right a new chapter real fast..
Sorry if there are some spelling errors.. I didn't have much time to edit..
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