The Vibration of Love - Chapter 19 Nothing Sacred
Rob slowly turned and stared at the woman with the camera. In all the time we had been together, I had never seen him get angry at a fan, and he managed to ignore the stalkerazzi. As his eyes followed the woman back to her table, his face contorted with such fury that he looked like Edward. He stood up.
“Honey, what are you doing?” I was afraid he was planning to tear her apart and burn the pieces.
He didn’t answer. He walked over to her and stared her down.
She shrunk under his gaze.
Every eye in the room, including mine, watched to see what would happen next. I hoped I wasn’t going to be bailing him out of jail later on.
He held out his hand, and using his most hostile Edward voice, growled, “Give it to me.”
She didn’t even hesitate. She handed him the camera.
He dropped it into her soup bowl, walked back to our table, put his arm around me, and hissed at Pierre, “Get us the fuck out of here.”
As we walked out, the room burst into spontaneous applause.
Pierre lead us through the kitchen and started to head toward the villas when his phone vibrated. “Pierre Reymonde,” he answered. He listened for a moment and then cursed in French as he hung up. “I swear whoever leaked that you are here will never work in this industry again.”
I glanced out the window and saw the swarm of photographers.
Pierre led us to one of the nearby suites.
I ran into the bathroom and gagged up the bile I had been choking on since hearing that a video of our sex life was now most likely circumnavigating the globe via YouTube. I rinsed my mouth out and walked back into the living room.
Pierre had left, and Rob was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
I sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
“How is this something you need to apologize for?” I asked.
“It’s the insanity that surrounds this fame! It’s a monster!”
“The only monster in this situation is Paul. Someone must have bribed him. He’s worked for our family for years. Did Pierre give you the details? How bad is it? Please tell me he didn’t record our conversation about the twins.”
“He didn’t, thank God. He apparently didn’t start recording until I told him to drive up the coast.”
“And…?” I asked.
“And then he recorded everything.”
“I assume it was loaded to YouTube?”
He nodded. “It’s been pulled.”
“After how many hits?” I asked.
“Over a million.”
I ran into the bathroom again.
When I came out, Rob was hanging up the phone.
“Your Dad, Ben, Randy and Steve are almost here.”
I nodded, walked into the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and fell onto the bed.
Rob followed, sat down next to me and rubbed his hand along my back.
“Thank you for trashing that woman’s camera. That was brilliant. Although, for a moment I was worried you were going to rip her apart and burn the pieces. I’ve never seen you that mad,” I said.
“I definitely felt like ripping her head off.”
Rob laid down next to me and pulled my head onto his chest. “You’re freezing.” He stood up again and grabbed a blanket.
As he wrapped it around me, I said, “Given my propensity to go into shock, you’d better grab a Coke for me. I can feel my blood sugar dropping.” The last thing we needed was another scene from E.R.
He came back a moment later and poured the Coke into a glass full of ice. I sipped on it while he pulled me next to him to keep me warm.
I stared at the ice floating in the glass.
“What are you thinking?” He asked.
“I feel like I’ve been raped again,” I said numbly.
“I swear when they find that son of a bitch, I will rip him apart and burn the pieces.”
“I’ll help,” I replied.
There was a knock, and Rob got up to answer the door.
A moment later, Dad walked into the bedroom. He sat down next to me, and I met his eyes. The enormity of the pain I saw made me gasp and broke through the numbness I felt. I fell against him and sobbed.
He held me and hummed my song until I could breathe again.
He looked at me and smiled. “Little girl, you are a stress magnet lately. We have to do something about that.”
“I wish you would, Dad.”
“Randy has a plan.”
“Of course he does,” I said sarcastically.
“Actually, this is one of his better ones. You’ll think he’s crazy at first, but once I thought about it, I realized it was pure genius.”
“Alright. Let me get out of this dress, and I’ll be right there.”
Rob walked back in after my father left. He saw me struggling to reach the zipper on the back of my dress and came over to help. He gently kissed the back of my neck.
I turned around and leaned against him. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I originally pictured you helping me out of this dress.”
“We’ll get through this, and then there will be thousands of other dresses for me to rip off of you.” He kissed me and went into the bathroom and brought back one of the hotel’s fluffy robes.
“Thank you. I love you,” I said.
He hugged me once more. “I love you too. Let’s go find out what they’ve concocted this time.”
Dad was right. My initial reaction was, “Randy, are you out of your fucking mind?”
“True genius is always so misunderstood at first,” Randy replied, attempting to calm me down with humor.
It didn’t work. I just glared at him.
“Actually, I can’t take credit for this idea. Stephenie was the one who came up with it.”
“What?” Rob and I both said at the same time.
“In principle, it’s really the same thing she did when Midnight Sun was leaked,” Randy said.
Dad looked at Randy and Steve. “Give me a minute with them.”
They nodded and went outside.
Dad sat down and took my hand.
“You actually think this is a good idea?” I asked him.
“Bella, I’ve thought about this from every angle, and it really is the best way.”
I sighed. “Tell us the details.”
The next day, Rob and I were sitting in Doug, my old ILM mentor’s office. Stephanie’s idea was to make the video available to the public in a way that we could control. Since the video had been downloaded hundreds of thousands of times before Google pulled it off of YouTube, it had already circulated worldwide, and the idea of people profiting from it made me physically ill.
Her idea was that we turn it into an ‘educational video.’ Oprah had agreed to do an introduction, and Dr. Laura Berman, the OB-GYN and sex therapist from Oprah had agreed to be filmed and to do a commentary. We were at ILM because Doug was the only person I trusted to edit the video.
Doug played back Oprah’s introduction.
“In the ultimate move to turn lemons into lemonade, Rob and Bella Pattinson decided to make the following video available on our website. The Pattinson’s intimate encounter was illegally filmed by their chauffeur and then broadcast on the internet. It was viewed by millions and downloaded hundreds of thousands of times before Google was able to pull it from YouTube. The couple is obviously devastated by this invasion to their privacy, but they decided that in order to stop illegal profits from being made by the distribution of this video that they would allow Dr. Laura Berman to use it as a tool to help other couples. Rob and Bella agreed to be interviewed by phone. The following is a recording of the conversation we had.”
Doug played back the audio from our interview. The screen displayed different pictures of Rob and I at various events. We spoke to Oprah and Dr. Berman prior to recording our conversation so we knew what to expect, and they knew what we were and were not comfortable discussing.
Oprah began, “Rob and Bella, my heart goes out to you that you have suffered this outrageous invasion of your privacy. The way you’ve chosen to deal with it is very courageous.”
“Thank you,” we both said in reply.
“Dr. Berman is on the call. Doctor, I can imagine that some of the comments posted in response to this web cast will be that Bella and Rob are two of the most beautiful people on the planet so of course they have a great relationship and sex life.”
“If that were true, then all of the marriages in Hollywood would last forever, and we know that’s not the case. So obviously there’s more to their relationship than their attractiveness. What research has shown is that people who are confident with their own bodies have more fulfilling sex lives.
Oprah, you also said just now that they have a great relationship in addition to a great sex life. And really that is the key. When couples begin sex therapy, it is always the case that their poor sex life is just a symptom of underlying issues in their relationship.
When I heard we were going to do this segment, I went back and watched the prior interviews you did with Bella and Rob.” The screen cut to video clips of Rob and I on Oprah’s show.
Dr. Berman continued. “What immediately struck me was that they were constantly in contact with each other. Rob’s arm was around her or they held hands, or she touched his leg. That kind of shared intimacy speaks volumes about a relationship. I bet you two are somehow touching each other right now?”
We both laughed, something we hadn’t done since this all started. “Yes, I’m curled up next to him on a sofa.”
“Our daughter even noticed our connection. The other night, Kate was sitting on my lap while we watched a movie. When Bella came in and sat next to us, she told Bella she didn’t want to share me and only agreed to let her watch the movie if she sat on the other side of the room.”
“Wow,” Oprah said. “I’ve never heard a story like that before. That’s amazing.”
“I hadn’t thought about it until just now, but it was very difficult to be in the same room with you and not touch you. Dr. Berman is right. We’re always connected,” I said looking into Rob’s eyes. Rob squeezed my hand and brushed my cheek with his hand.
Our interview ended and a close-up of my hand on Rob’s bare chest appeared on the screen. This was the first time I had seen the video.
Dr. Berman’s voice said, “A great way to deepen an intimate connection is to recall what your relationship was like at the beginning.”
I heard my voice say, “Do you remember being in the hot tub right before we made love the first time?”
I ran into the bathroom adjoining Doug’s office and emptied my stomach.
Rob followed me and handed me a wet towel.
“You don’t have anything to prove, Bella. There is no point in watching it. Let Doug finish it.”
I nodded. “I thought it would be better to watch it than let my imagination run wild, but the thought of millions of people…”
He pulled me into his arms. “Millions of people know how much we love each other.”
I looked at him dumbfounded. “You said that as if this doesn’t even bother you.”
“Of course it bothers me, and I still plan on ripping Paul apart and burning the pieces. But what bothers me the most is to see how much pain this is causing you. What is it about this that hurts so much you get physically sick?”
I started to speak and then realized I didn’t have an answer. I leaned my head against his chest and thought about what it meant to me to make love to my husband.
“Rob, you know everything about my life before I met you. I had managed to put the pieces back together, but looking back on it, I was just existing. I wasn’t truly living until I fell in love with you. There’s something that happens when we make love that is so much more than what our bodies are experiencing. The idea of millions of strangers witnessing something that is sacred to me literally makes me sick.”
The word “strangers” continued to reverberate in my mind. Strangers watched us. Strangers invaded our privacy. Just like a stranger invaded my body when I was still a child.
I started to shake. “What’s wrong?” Rob asked me. I heard the panic in his voice. He leaned me away so he could look at me. When he saw the terror on my face, he realized I was having a flashback. He put his hands gently on my cheeks.
“Bella, look at me.”
I forced myself to meet his eyes.
“There’s only you and me, right here, right now. You are safe. I love you.”
He kept repeating how much he loved me and that I was safe until he felt me relax again.
“You stopped it,” I whispered. “That’s never happened before. In the past, when a flashback started, I could never stop it, but you did. Thank you.”
“What started it?”
“The idea of strangers invading something sacred we share made me think of a stranger invading my body as a child.”
I felt his arms tighten around me. “I feel so frustrated and out of control when your past haunts you. I wish I could somehow erase the pain for you.”
His face became a blur and everything around him started to spin. I shut my eyes hoping I was imaging things, but when I opened them, I was kneeling on the grass. There was a flat stone with an angel carved on it lying on the ground in front of me. The name, “David Robert Cullen” was carved in the stone.
OK – don’t freak out! I promise it will all work out! I will never write a story where all characters don’t live happily ever after unless they are bad guys! [smile]
The next chapter is titled: “All Good Things.”
"All Good Things…" is the final episode of the television series Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was originally shown in 1994. This episode won the 1995 Hugo Award for Best Dramatic Presentation.
Captain Picard finds his mind jumping between the present, the past, and 25 years in the future. These jumps occur without warning, and the resulting discontinuity in Picard's behavior often leaves Picard and those around him confused.
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