Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 38

Liza pov

What does Liza Boeman do best?

She runs from her problems. She sees a problem that will affect her, she runs. And that's what I did. I isolated myself from everyone. Well, everyone but Landon, Jaden and Finn. I live with Finn and Jaden and Landon came over everyday.

"Hi." I sighed, running my hands over my face, protecting my fragile eyes from the bright ring light in front of me.

One by one the comments started flooding in. There's so much shit I have to sort through. I was waiting, prolonging this as much as I could before I, inevitably, poured my entire life onto the internet. It's going everywhere after this.

"Guys. Look, I know it's been nearly two months since I've been active on any of my accounts. I have good reasons for all. I'm just gonna wait until there's 10 thousand viewers. I don't want to have to explain this a bunch of times." I explained to the commenters on my live that were going ape shit on me. It'd be pointless telling them not to screen record.

"Okay. So as you may have seen, there's a lot of stigma around me at the moment, and I'm here to clean some things up. For starters, I would like to say a massive fuck you to Mads for being the sole reason I have to do this live.

Now, onto the first topic. My parents. I want to start off by saying that my parents were nothing like what Mads is painting them out to be. They were good and kind people. They weren't junkies and they weren't crack addicts who were in over their heads when they had me and my baby brother.

My mom was very sick. Towards the end of her pregnancy with my brother Finn, she fell ill. Like really badly." I could feel the tears already forming up as I spoke.

"She was getting better for a bit. And then she got really sick. After Finn was born, the doctors found a tumour pressing on her liver. They were cancerous and they were making her really sick. She kept pushing on for about two years, but then she couldn't anymore.

The last year of my mother's life, I spent seeing her in a hospital bed and wired up to all types of machines. Uh, one day-" I cut myself off with a sob as I recalled what I had to say next. No matter how many times I've repeated what I'm going to say, it never gets any easier.

"One night, my dad woke both me and Finn up from our sleep. He didn't tell us what we were doing, or where we going, just that we needed to get out quickly. He took me to my nana's house and left us there.

I later found out that during the night my moms health had declined significantly and she wasn't expected to make it out by the end of the week. My dad was going to see her and make sure she wasn't alone. But-"

I needed to take a break. I hadn't even gotten through the first part of what I needed to clear up and I already needed to stop. Don't be pathetic.

"But my dad never made it. His car got hit by a drunk driver at the intersection of a highway. He was killed on impact and my mother died later that night.

I would just like to preface this by saying that I am not looking for attention or sympathy when I say this. What happened, happened and I can't do anything to change it. But what I am looking for it that people stop talking about my parents like they knew them. Stop dragging my family name through the fucking mud because some barbie bitch told you to. You don't know who they were, she doesn't know who they were. The only two people that ever knew who my parents truly were, are my brother and I.

And another thing, leave my brother off the internet. They weren't built for this life. There's a reason they aren't on Instagram. There's a reason why they don't have tiktok. So leave them off of it. They have built themselves a life outside of social media, and I don't want you guys to fuck it up." I finished my rant, with slow flowing tears.

I took a few deep breaths as I drank my water. Dragging up everything again took so much energy out of me. A part of me wondered if I could leave the other incident a secret and never talk about it.

But of course that's not the case.

"What about the guy?"

"Are you pressing charges?"

"Were you raped?"

I took another deep breath and discarded of the bottle in my hand. I bit the inside of my cheek, really questioning if I was about to do this. Answer is yes apparently.

"Okay. So as you guys may know, a few weeks ago, I went to a part with Landon and Jaden. Everything was so fun, and it was supposed to be a night where we could all wind down from the stress of work.

But of course, something happened and we couldn't do that. Now I don't really want to get into it all online. It's still something really hard for me to talk about, and I feel that it's something too sensitive for me to talk about on live. I don't want my account banned or anything like that for dangerous or unsafe topics.

Maybe I'll make a video in the future explaining what happened, when I've fully mentally accepted what happened to me, but until then, please respect my privacy. Everything is being handled offline for now and please remember to stay safe.

Other than that, I have nothing left to say. Bye guys."

I offered the camera a small wave before I turned it all off. As soon as the phone turned off was when I let go of all the tears. Everything I was holding in, overflowed and I was slowly drowning.

I saw the video. Are you
okay?

Do you have anything that
can make me forget about
today?

Uh, I got vodka and weed?

I'll be over in twenty.