Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 20

Liza pov

"Liza. Are you a foster kid?" He asked again.

I just sat there with the same stunned look on my face. I knew it was going to end up coming out. As soon as Mads knew it wasn't going to long before everyone knew about it, that bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut. I don't think I'm ready for the world to know about that aspect of my past just yet.

"Y-yes." I sighed out, knowing there was no getting around it.

"You sound like you regret that." He half laughed as he continued to read the article.

"Well if it wasn't for your fucking lap dog, no one would know. It's not something I want or need the entire fucking world knowing." I snapped, turning his phone off and accidentally throwing it across the room. "Shit. I'll get you a new one, that wasn't necessary." I groaned as I walked over and picked it up, handing it back to him.

"Wait, Mads did this?" He asked, putting the phone back in his pocket, completely ignoring the new cracks on the screen.

"Yes she fucking did this. I was just stood waiting for my coffee this morning when she came up to me trying to start shit. I needed to walk away otherwise more than a dozen people would have recorded my beating the shit out of her, when she stopped me. I don't know how she fucking found out, but now everyone on social media knows." I groaned as I flipped down on the couch.

"Why are you so stressed out about it? No ones gonna judge you for that." I squinted my eyes at him, trying to figure out if he was serious.

"Have you met the fucking internet? Yes they would, they judge you for breathing the wrong way at the moment. But no, what I'm more concerned about is the way that this is gonna paint my actual parents." I answered.

"Why's that?"

"Because normally foster kids are foster kids because their parents were junkies, or fuck ups who couldn't handle raising children so they binned them off on any random Joe who would take them. That's not who my parents were." I rambled.

"So your parents weren't junkies or two people who couldn't handle raising kids?" He asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"No. My parents were the best. You could never put a fault on them. But unfortunate events and circumstances lead to unfortunate solutions for the kids who survived." I answered.

"What happened to them? If you don't mind my asking."

"Uh, well my mom got sick when she was pregnant with Finn. Like really sick. The doctors later found out a few moths after Finn was born that she had a tumour pressing on her liver. It was a malignant cancer cell. She managed to fight for two years but then she got extremely sick as the tumour got to a stage four type of tumour. She spent the last year of my life living in the hospital. Finn was three and I was nearly six.

One night my dad woke us up really late and took us to his moms house. She was a horrible woman, she never liked me or Finn and always used to make sly comments about how I was chubbier than girls my age and Finn was too skinny for their own good. So I cried and told him I hated him when he left us. I refused to say goodbye, I refused to kiss his cheek, I refused to say I love you. Instead I said that I hated him and cheered when he drove down the driveway.

Little did I know, he woke us up because he got a call that mom had taken a turn. Her organs were shutting down and he didn't want us to see her dying as her body started falling apart piece by piece. B-but he never made it to the hospital. A drunk driver hit into the side of his car at the intersection. The driver ran a red light and smashed into the tail end of his car, sending him spinning. No one survived that crash. My mom died alone and sick, and my dad died with the last memory of me was my cheering at the loss of his presence.

When questioned, my grandmother said she was too old to look after two little children as a twenty-four seven job. With no other family on my mother's or father's side, Finn and I were out into foster care. We kept hopping from family to family, staying with people who were just out to make a buck.

Until we stayed with a family that held us here. When I met Landon and Travis and later, Colson. They were the ones that raised me and Finn. Travis taught me right from wrong. Colson was the one who taught me math and english, and Landon was the one who taught me how to be a good big sister to Finn.

That's why those two have such a good connection, Finn loved Landon because he was a boy they could play with. Boys get to an age when they don't wanna play barbie dolls with their big sister. Not that I ever played with barbie dolls obviously." I laughed out as he did too.

"But I guess I'm just not ready for the world to know that part of me. I'd rather it stay a secret, so I don't have to explain or defend my parents name. I don't want to have to do that, I don't want to make Finn re-live all of this. I mean, yes they were young, but they still remember a good lot of what happened to mom and dad." I admitted as he nodded.

"Well I'm really sorry about your mom. And your dad knew you loved him deep down. Kids always say things out of turn when there're angry. He knew you loved him." He sounded sincere.

"Doesn't always feel like that." I admitted.

"Well I guess the main question is how the fuck did Mads find out?" He asked.

"I would love to know. I really fucking would." I got quieter as I thought to myself. "You could find out." I stated as I stood up and looked at him.

"Me?"

"I mean yeah. You're her boyfriend, she'll tell you anything. You could find out how she found out." I explained my thinking.

"Liza, Mads and I aren't dating anymore. I broke up with her yesterday." He admitted with a sigh.

"Oh right. She mentioned something about that earlier." I recalled.

"But I could try?" He offered.

"Wait, really?" My head shot back up to look at him.

"I mean I'll try. I can't guarantee it's gonna work but I can try." He answered.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I squealed as I ran over and hugged him.

I heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me too. Before either of us could process what happened, I pulled away and crashed my lips against his. My eyes widened and pulled away as quickly as I could.

"I'm sorry."