Chapter 20 - Paranoid

Trevor POV

I stare down at the script. My eyes scan over the words and my lines, while staff scurries around me, getting ready for the next scene. In the back of my mind, I can’t stop myself from wondering if Rhonda is here. I’ve called in many favors, but there is no guarantee she still won’t show up. I can only cross my fingers and hope for the best.

A commotion on the other side of the studio pulls my attention away from my task. I scan the area, and my heartbeat quickens as fear washes over me. Is she here? Please, tell me no.

I breathe a small sigh of relief when I don’t see the horrible woman anywhere.

The director rushes towards me. “Trevor! Get ready for the next scene. We’ll begin shooting in a few minutes.” He stops beside me and pats my shoulder. In a whisper, he adds, “She isn’t here. Stop worrying or you will ruin your shoots.”

Stop worrying. That is easy for him to say.

I choke down my words and simply nod my head.

He pats my shoulder again and smiles.