Watched
Chapter 5
Watched
Chapter 5
Orlando was scared—
not frightened, not afraid, but downright scared. He had been out of the hospital for a few days and was staying at Viggo’s. So far, Viggo had not left his side, which he was immensely grateful for, but he wouldn’t be with him today.
Orlando sighed; he understood even if he didn’t like it. He knew that Viggo was needed on the set, and he also knew that, because of the wheelchair he was in until he could begin walking again, he’d only be in the way.
He knew that his fear was silly, knew that he was perfectly safe, but the thought of Viggo not being with him to protect him scared the hell out of him.
Soft lips gently kissed his forehead and he looked up into Viggo’s reassuring blue eyes. “I won’t be gone long. Call if you need me.”
“I will,” Orlando murmured, and with one last kiss, Viggo was gone.
* * * * *
“Viggo, you’re not concentrating,” Peter admonished. “I know you’re worried about Orlando being alone, but the sooner you get this scene right, the sooner you can leave.”
“I know, and I’m sorry.” Viggo sighed. “I’ll try harder this time.”
* * * * *
Orlando was looking over his script when he was interrupted by a knock at the front door. He wheeled himself over to the window by the door and cautiously peeked out.
‘Stuart?’ Orlando was confused. It had been nearly a year since he had seen Stuart Townshend. What was he doing here now? Orlando was hesitant to let him in. Stuart was likeable enough, but Orli had never been completely comfortable in his presence.
Orlando shook off his hesitation and opened the door. After all, what could it harm?
“Stuart! What on earth are you doing here…” Orlando trailed off as he saw the feral look in the other man’s eyes. Fear gripped him. He quickly tried to shut the door, but Stuart stopped it from closing. When Orlando went to wheel himself around, Stuart again thwarted him.
“Now, pretty elf, I have you all to myself.”
“Why are you doing this?” ndo ndo asked through his fear.
“Why?” Stuart laughed mirthlessly. “Because I wasn’t good enough—
not for Peter, not for you. I stayed around awhile to witness the reception of my replacement. When Viggo fucking Mortensen walked on set, all of you treated him like a god, especially you. I was the way you looked at him, and the way he looked at you. I resolved then and there to destroy you, to make your life miserable. I will make you so vile that Viggo will never want you again.”
* * * * *
Viggo stepped out of the trailer, out of costume and ready to rush back to Orli. At long last, he’d gotten the stupid scene and was allowed to leave. A great sense of urgency gripped him. He recognized the feeling, he’d had it before.
He quickly ran to his car and sped toward his house and to Orlando.