Under Her Wing

Chapter 3

Amalia POV

It took me over an hour to walk home last night. When I eventually made it back, I very soon realised that even if my mom had agreed to come get me she was too far gone to drive.

She was passed out on the sofa, her arm draping over the side, limply holding an empty bottle.

I crept though into the kitchen to avoid waking her.

I hadn't eaten anything all day. Opening the fridge, I saw that it was pretty much empty. Sighing, I took an apple and headed towards the stairs.

"Amalia,"

I stopped dead and turned around.

She'd woken up.

"Come here," she ordered.

I moved to stand in front of the sofa.

"You look ridiculous," she laughed.

"They just did natural makeup mom," I told her.

"Go wash that shit off your face, I don't wanna see you again tonight," she sneered.

I stayed quiet and once again headed towards the stairs.

I ate my apple before going into the bathroom. For a few minutes I just stood looking at myself in the mirror.

I thought the makeup made me look good. Now I wasn't so sure.

I grabbed a wipe and started to take it off. My breathing was getting faster and faster. I kept wiping and wiping until my skin was red raw.

Tomorrow on set, I had two huge scenes where I needed to break down and cry. What if I couldn't do it? What if I made a show of myself? What if Danielle and everyone else saw how useless I was?

Then mom wouldn't get the money from me.

She'd hate me even more.

Looking back in the mirror, I had tears streaming down my cheeks.

In an attempt to shake it off, I turned on the shower and tried to daydream and go into a world of my own.

Remaining in my room for the rest of the night to avoid any more interaction with my mom, I climbed into bed and went over my lines again.

I had to be word perfect.

I had to be perfect.

Danielle POV

I pulled into the car park and ready for another day on set. Filming yesterday went brilliantly. It was so great to be back with everyone doing what we love doing.

As I climbed out of my car, I heard my name being called.

I turned and saw Stefania waving at me from across the way.

Smiling, I locked the car and made my way over to her.

"Good morning bellina," she said cheerfully.

"Hi good morning," I replied, leaning forward and giving her a one armed hug as I was carrying all my stuff in my other hand.

"I made you coffee," she said, handing me a travel mug.

"You're amazing thank you!" I said, taking it from her.

"It smells so good,"

"It's an oat milk latte with a shot of vanilla," she informed me as we walked over to our trailers.

"My favourite, you remembered," I smiled gratefully.

"Of course," she smiled back.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and forced myself to look away from her so she wouldn't catch me blushing.