20 = set up

                                    

                                          

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2nd 2018
                          
i was in my trailer as we were on location today for shooting. i'd finished all of my scenes and i'd like to think it all went well, but i couldn't ignore the stares i was getting from the production crew the entire time. they all think i'm crazy now thanks to hunter causing a scene with me the other day.
                          
honestly, i was very happy to get out of here and go home. i was lacing up my sneakers when there was a knock on my door. 
                          
"are you decent?" i heard joe call out.
                          
"yeah, you can come in!" i said. 
                          
the door opened and he stepped inside. only to be followed by two other bodies. hunter and michael. 
i furrowed my eyebrows as i stood up from the chair. 
                          
if the director, your manager, and the guy who put a restraining order on you walk into your trailer ... it can't be good. 
                          
"i didn't know you were here today?" i said to michael, but it came out more like a question. 
                          
"they called me in." he answered with his hands shoved in his pockets. 
                          
my eyes flicked back over to joe's.
it felt like an intervention.
                          
"kennedy, you're a great actress. you're a great kid and we're all so happy and proud to have you be apart of this film. so if you need help, we want to get that for you." joe spoke softly.
                          
"what do you mean?" i asked, my heart was beginning to race.
                          
joe motioned his head to hunter and i watched as he pulled a bag out from behind his back. he handed to it joe and then joe handed it to me.
                          
"we found these under your chair in hair and makeup." 
                          
i inspected the plastic bag in my hand. there was an orange pill bottle inside. i pulled the bag tight against it so i could read the label - alprazolam. 
                          
i scoffed, "these aren't mine!" 
                          
"kennedy, we aren't mad. we just want you to be okay. michael told us you've struggled with addiction before-" 
                          
i quickly became angry and looked to michael.
                          
"i swear these aren't mine! i've been sober ever since i came out of my coma." 
                          
"i found them." hunter said, "i'm sorry to snitch on you but, i did it to help you." he was faking an innocent, sweet voice and only i was able to tell.
                          
i knew he was behind all of this, trying to get me dropped from this movie. 
                          
"go home today, take a few days off if you need to." joe took a step closer to me, "if you want, we can look into rehab centers for you." 
                          
i didn't say a word. no matter how much i denied they weren't mine, at this point, no one would believe me.
                          
"we just want what's best for you." he said, and then turned to leave my trailer.
                          
"i'll be outside, i'll drive you home." michael said, and then followed joe out.
                          
i stood there watching hunter. he waited for the door to shut before turning his head towards me.
                          
"you're setting me up?" i asked, trying to keep my voice down even though all i wanted to do was yell.
                          
"i don't know what you're talking about." he lied, stepping closer to me. he took the bag of pills out of my hand, "should probably take these from you. we all want what's best for you." he repeated joe's words.
                          
"so this is your plan?" i nodded my head, "to try and fuck everything up for me all because you're worried about the truth coming out? you've assaulted so many girls!" i laughed through my anger, "i promise you this isn't gonna work out for you."
                          
"you keep saying you're gonna ruin me, but ... you aren't even trying." he narrowed his eyes at me.
                          
"where'd you really get those from?" i crossed my arms over my chest. 
                          
"from a source." he shrugged. 
                          
i eyed up the pills he held, "they're probably fuckin tic-tacs or something, are they even xans?" 
                          
"why you wanna try one and let me know?" he smirked, waving them in front of my face. 
                          
"fuck you." i smacked the bag out of his hands. 
                          
he chuckled as he bent over to pick them up. 
                          
"you know, i'm surprised xanax is your drug of choice. i thought most people who have a bad experience with something stay away from it." 
                          
"what're you talking about?" i asked, clearly annoyed.
                          
"i found your dad's obituary online." his words felt like a sudden blow to my chest.
                          
"yeah." he nodded his head as i stood there, frozen.
"i was doing my research on you and then it popped up. so i dug a little deeper and found out he died from withdrawal in 2011." 
                          
i felt the tears stinging at my eyes. 
                          
hunter walked towards the door and then stopped in front of it. i watched as placed the bag on the table, "my condolences."
                          
he looked at me with his brown eyes before opening the door and disappearing behind it. as soon as it shut, i dropped the floor and let the tears out. 
                          
he was a fucking asshole. digging shit up on me to find new ways to ruin my life. and the fact that joe brought up rehab just like aunt maggie did last night on the streets. everything recently has seemed like it's been repeating in a viscous circle. 
                          
i wiped my tears off of my cheeks and looked up at the table. my heart was racing as i knew michael was waiting for me by his car. 
                          
in the spur of the moment of bad decision making, i grabbed the pills off of the table and shoved them into my bag. i stopped in front of the mirror for a second to fix my makeup so it didn't look like i was crying. 
                          
after i did that, i walked out. like nothing more even happened and like i definitely do not have xanax on me right now.
                          
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sorry it's been so long since an update ! i've been really busy crying every night :') 
                          
but i'm back !!! steady updates are to be expected <3