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door, made a screeching right turn onto the Pacific Coast Highway, and accelerated fast. I was shaken.
I’d seen Jamie’s temper before. One night we were coming out of The Viper Room in West Hollywood, and two obnoxious photographers were taking pictures and being rude, trying to pick a fight. Jamie took the bait and went after them, breaking one guy’s camera and running down Sunset after the other one. It was really scary and made all the papers. I didn’t want to go through that again.
We drove in silence for the next five minutes until we’d pulled into the driveway and entered the house.
I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I admit it; I was slamming cabinets and glasses and making lots of noise. Jamie was behind me and said, “I’ve had enough of this shit. I gotta start packing.” He went upstairs.
I went to put the water bottle back into the refrigerator and saw a container of Jell-O. I remembered the first day we had met and what Jamie had told me about really getting into his role by “feeling the scene.” I was boiling mad. My gut was telling me that he was, without a doubt, lying to my face. I stormed up to the bedroom.
Jamie’s clothes were all over the place and his suitcase was open on the bed. The reality hit me: He was going away for six weeks and would be alone with a girl who’d already told me that she planned to have sex with my boyfriend, and that he was definitely into it.
“I don’t believe you, Jamie, when you deny what you obviously said to that girl.”
“I don’t give a shit what you believe.” He started throwing the clothes into the suitcases. “Lily, be smart and just leave me alone.”
“Jamie, I’m not stupid. Why would she say that to me, knowing I would confront you about it? Why would
anyone
do that? You’re lying!”
“And you’re a crazy spoiled bitch who doesn’t know when to shut her fucking mouth,” he yelled. His face was beet red, and one large vein was bulging from the left side of his neck.
“I want you to admit the truth!” I was screaming just as loudly as he was at this point. He slammed his fist against the wall, leaving a huge hole.
”You just pick, pick, pick until I say what you wanna hear, isn’t that right?”
“Great,” I said. “Just go around breaking everything—that’s what you’re good at. You ruin everything, including relationships.” I picked up the suitcase and dumped his clothes on the floor
Jamie’s face got even redder, and he held his fist up to my face. “You know what I think, Lily? You just want to sabotage me so that I really mess up this film. You’re pissed ‘cause you haven’t gotten a damn movie offer in over two years.”
“What? That’s pure crap!” I shouted back
“Crap? No, I’ll tell you what crap is,” he yelled. “Crap is that you are your mother’s little puppet and you do whatever she tells you to do—you don’t have one fucking original thought of your own when she’s around. And when she’s not, you become her clone and feel you have the right to say whatever you want about every fucking thing I do! I can’t make a damn move without you telling me what direction I need to go!”
“You are so full of shit, Jamie. You’re just pissed and scared because I busted you!”
He stood in front of me, grabbed both my wrists, and through clenched teeth said, “You listen to me, Lily. If I wanna fuck someone, I’ll fuck them. And you can’t do shit about it!”
That was the closest thing to a straight answer Jamie was going to give me. I ran into the bathroom, dropped to the floor, and cried. After about thirty minutes, there was a faint knock at the door.
“Babe, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean those things—you just got me really angry.”
I didn’t open the door. I sat there and knew, in my heart of hearts, that he had lied to me and that, much as I hated to admit it to myself, was the “real” Jamie.
At that moment, I knew there had been many
I’d seen Jamie’s temper before. One night we were coming out of The Viper Room in West Hollywood, and two obnoxious photographers were taking pictures and being rude, trying to pick a fight. Jamie took the bait and went after them, breaking one guy’s camera and running down Sunset after the other one. It was really scary and made all the papers. I didn’t want to go through that again.
We drove in silence for the next five minutes until we’d pulled into the driveway and entered the house.
I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I admit it; I was slamming cabinets and glasses and making lots of noise. Jamie was behind me and said, “I’ve had enough of this shit. I gotta start packing.” He went upstairs.
I went to put the water bottle back into the refrigerator and saw a container of Jell-O. I remembered the first day we had met and what Jamie had told me about really getting into his role by “feeling the scene.” I was boiling mad. My gut was telling me that he was, without a doubt, lying to my face. I stormed up to the bedroom.
Jamie’s clothes were all over the place and his suitcase was open on the bed. The reality hit me: He was going away for six weeks and would be alone with a girl who’d already told me that she planned to have sex with my boyfriend, and that he was definitely into it.
“I don’t believe you, Jamie, when you deny what you obviously said to that girl.”
“I don’t give a shit what you believe.” He started throwing the clothes into the suitcases. “Lily, be smart and just leave me alone.”
“Jamie, I’m not stupid. Why would she say that to me, knowing I would confront you about it? Why would
anyone
do that? You’re lying!”
“And you’re a crazy spoiled bitch who doesn’t know when to shut her fucking mouth,” he yelled. His face was beet red, and one large vein was bulging from the left side of his neck.
“I want you to admit the truth!” I was screaming just as loudly as he was at this point. He slammed his fist against the wall, leaving a huge hole.
”You just pick, pick, pick until I say what you wanna hear, isn’t that right?”
“Great,” I said. “Just go around breaking everything—that’s what you’re good at. You ruin everything, including relationships.” I picked up the suitcase and dumped his clothes on the floor
Jamie’s face got even redder, and he held his fist up to my face. “You know what I think, Lily? You just want to sabotage me so that I really mess up this film. You’re pissed ‘cause you haven’t gotten a damn movie offer in over two years.”
“What? That’s pure crap!” I shouted back
“Crap? No, I’ll tell you what crap is,” he yelled. “Crap is that you are your mother’s little puppet and you do whatever she tells you to do—you don’t have one fucking original thought of your own when she’s around. And when she’s not, you become her clone and feel you have the right to say whatever you want about every fucking thing I do! I can’t make a damn move without you telling me what direction I need to go!”
“You are so full of shit, Jamie. You’re just pissed and scared because I busted you!”
He stood in front of me, grabbed both my wrists, and through clenched teeth said, “You listen to me, Lily. If I wanna fuck someone, I’ll fuck them. And you can’t do shit about it!”
That was the closest thing to a straight answer Jamie was going to give me. I ran into the bathroom, dropped to the floor, and cried. After about thirty minutes, there was a faint knock at the door.
“Babe, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean those things—you just got me really angry.”
I didn’t open the door. I sat there and knew, in my heart of hearts, that he had lied to me and that, much as I hated to admit it to myself, was the “real” Jamie.
At that moment, I knew there had been many
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