It's been a week since he died in that accident. I can't believe when I first heard the news on the television. The news channels have been going through the 'details' every 'fucking' single hour. Honestly, I am not sure why this is a big news. People die all the time, and it's not new. It's not like a fucking dinosaur is walking down the streets, terrorizing and killing innocents in its path. Nope, all they need is 'TRP,' I mean, I have a pretty 'good' experience with the news-warriors.
Suddenly, someone tapped on my shoulder. It was Tracy, my assistant. She was looking at me with eyes full of worry, as if I was going to cry any time soon.
I sighed, "Tracy, I have told you, haven't I? I am not affected by this 'news.' You know my past, don't you? So, tell me... do you really believe that I will be sad over Judith's death?"
Tracy gasped in shock.
"Don't call your father by his name!" chastised Judith.
I grabbed the remote from her hands and closed the television.
"What?" I sneered in disgust. What's with her? Whenever, I do this... or, something similar to this, Tracy gives me a mother-hen look, as if I was gonna hurt myself. And trust me, it has been a long time since I did something like that.
"Tracy, we have gone through this... almost fucking hundred times! I don't care whether Judith leaves or dies. And yes, I can call him by his name. Honestly, your reaction is quite dramatic. Like I have said before, I will call by his name because he doesn't deserve to be my father."
Tracy gripped the documents in her hand and glared at me. I smirked and looked into her eyes without backing down from my decision. Parents are supposed to protect us from harm... not throw us into the 'eye' of the harm. Trust me if I say, my father, Judith didn't deserve to be called as my 'father.' Although, he did care about his sons.
A sense of helplessness passed through me when I thought about them. It has been a long time since I had seen any of them... but after what happened, I would like to never see them again.
"Fuck!" I cursed loudly. Just forget about them! It's all over, and frankly... it's better that I don't meet them. In fact, I should just wipe them out from my mind.
"Casey, if that's what you want... I won't stop you. It's your choice, and I am sure... you have thought it carefully."
I laughed and shook my head. "What did you say? Tracey, I don't need to think about it. It's was predestined; mounted in the stone... that I wouldn't have any relationship left with him."
Tracey shook her head and handed me the documents.
"Is this script of the new movie?" I asked her.
Nodding her head, Tracey replied, "Yes, Casey. Please go through it. I don't want you to memorize your lines just before the shooting starts."
Lifting the glass, which was full of vodka, I looked at her. I asked, "Tracey, who am I? No, first answer this. What's my name?"
Tracey lowered her head and pursed her lips.
"Don't be a statue. Just answer it. Answer it!" I yelled.
Flinching, Tracey replied, "You are Casey Scarlod. Last year, you won the Oscar for best actress award. Every movie of yours... is a blockbuster. You are the only woman in this industry whose pay check is more than a leading male artist."
I nodded and replied, "Good. See? You know who I am. So, as you said... I have never given a flop. My popularity is unmatchable. Celebrities want to attain my fame, and public... they want to be me. I am like a dream; a fucking goal! Understood?" Tracey nodded frantically, "I am egoistic? Yes, I am. People like me, have the right to be egoistic. So, buzz off! Don't fucking tell me what to do!"
Tracey shook her head, and gave me pointed look. Then, she turned around and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I threw the script on the table, and leaned back on the sofa, taking a more comfortable position.
"Tch. The media is going to eat my head off. Bombarding me with their questions... pissing me off with their damn questions. As for Tracey, she thinks her as my guardian... always trying to climb up the wall that I set up for her. Do you know what her reason is? She thinks one day I will kill myself with this... darkness... with this fucking loneliness around me. Like hell, I need people dancing all around me. Nope. I don't fucking need it. Her reason is incomprehensible.
Opening my eyes, I looked at the script which was lying on the table. Sighing, I took the script from the table, and started reading it.