UNTITLED PANIC ROOM
RPS
A couple of weeks
into shoot, David pulled her aside at the end of the day to talk. “Kristen, how
old are you?”
She looked at him flatly, exhausted by the shoot and sweaty
from the lights and entirely confused by his line of questioning. “Twelve. But
you knew that when you hired me.”
“Twelve. Okay.” He bit his lip, then
said, “Okay. So I’m hoping you’ll understand me when I say this: please stop
looking at Jodie like you want to fuck her.”
Kristen recoiled a bit.
“What?” She hadn’t been aware the’d been looking at anyone like she wanted to do
anything to them. She kind of wanted to punch Jared in the face sometimes, just
for being so goddam cute, but she really thought she’d been hiding it
well.
“You and Jodie. The vibe you two are giving off is really fucking
creepy. As a filmmaker, I love it, as somebody who’s responsible for the welfare
of a twelve-year-old girl…”
She interrupted him. “David? I honestly have
no idea what you’re talking about.”
He gave her a look. One of those ‘I’m
older than you and I know what I’m talking about’ looks. It was a good thing he
directed them at everybody, even Jodie, because otherwise Kristen would have
punched him in the jaw for it. “Look, Kristen. I know it might not feel like it
but I’m treating you like an adult here. Jodie’s pregnant and I don’t want to
put the full load of this on her, because its both of you. Just try and change
the vibe. You two are mother and daughter, so don’t forget that,
okay?”
“Okay,” she said softly, feeling like a spoiled
brat.
“Good. Now get to the makeup trailer and wash all that off. If you
break out, you’re off the film.” He gave her one of his ‘just kidding’ smiles
and chucked her beneath her chin, like they were in a movie from the forties or
something, and she bared her teeth in something like a smile and went into the
makeup trailer.
By the time she was finished washing her face, Jodie was
in there, already scrubbed clean and dry. She smiled at Kristen, and Kristen
smiled back, wondering for the first time if Jodie directed that sort of
intensity at everyone, or if it was like David said—there was some sort of vibe
between them.
“So,” Jodie said, “what’d David wanna talk about? That last
scene?” She shook her head. “Fuck. I knew we should have reshot.”
Kristen
considered making something up, just for a second, but something makes her say,
clearly, “David told me to stop looking at you like I want to fuck
you.”
Jodie’s eyes widened, just a little, but she’s a good actress in
real life, too, not just on camera. “Really?”
Kristen had no idea what
that meant.
Jodie just looked at her a minute, head cocked to the side,
and then she beckoned Kristen closer. “C’mere.” Kristen walked over sort of
slow, feeling very young next to Jodie, feeling like she was going to
reprimanded for something she hadn’t even thought about before all this. All
Jodie did, though, was take Kristen’s hand and place it on her stomach. “Feel
that?”
Its just a little bulge, still, but Kristen swore she could feel
the baby’s heartbeat. Or else just Jodie’s heartbeat, strong and rapid in her
belly, beneath Kristen's hand. “Yeah,” she breathes, and Jodie’s hand comes up
to cover hers.
END
Note: Kristen is 12 years old. Yikes, I
know.