All because he was scared

Twenty- Calm Down

Parker POV: just as Chester and I sit down to work on the new footage I hear something bump.  I look at Chester to see if he heard it too and sure enough he's looking at me.

"Eliza?" I call out.

She doesn't answer.  I push off of Chester's chair onto my feet and round the corner to check on Eliza. I don't see her in the kitchen, I think she went upstairs. Just as I near the hallway I hear her scream out. I run down the hall to see her scrambling against the stairs with her back pressed to the steps and her feet slipping as she tries to get away from...something.

"Eliza," I begin.

"He's here!" She shouts, tears filling her eyes, "he's outside I swear on my life!"

I look out the window, heart pounding. It's open from the video with fake glass sprinkling the floor. It's pitch black outside, I'm honestly not sure how Eliza could see anything.

"There's nothing out here," I tell her.

She shakes her head, "I s-saw him!"

Then the doorbell rings. Eliza screams so loud that I think the police could hear her. I've never heard a sound like that come from her. She's all silent suffering and tears, but hearing an ear piercing shriek escape her is harrowing.

"What's going on?" Chester asks, appearing in the hallway.

"She thinks her kidnapper is here," I explain briefly.

Another ring comes from the doorbell. I go to answer it despite Eliza's pleas for me to not.

Chester POV:
I watch Parker walk towards the door, then open it. Eliza watches in so much terror, her body both frozen and shaking at the same time. Her eyes are wide and her mouth gapping. If she could speak she would tell Parker not to open the door, but she's at a loss for words.

Just as Parker rests his hand on the doorknob I say, "maybe we shouldn't open it."

He looks at me like he's fighting an eye roll, "it's not her kidnapper, babe. It's probably just a package or something."

"At this time?"

"Amazon is weird,"

He opens the door. Eliza squeezes her eyes closed and rolls herself into a ball. I look outside, no one is there. The porch is deprived of people or objects. All I can see is the darkness of the night.

"See?" Parker says, slamming the door shut, "just a couple of ding-dong ditchers."

He walks over to me, passing Eliza with almost a cold atmosphere, "You need to relax."

Two months later

Parker pov:

"Remind me why you guys make these videos again." Eliza says, staring up at the broken, trashy house.

"Income, Eliza, income." I reply, grabbing the props out of the trunk.

I dump some of them in her arms and she begins walking up to the house. She's been ignoring me since the day she thought she saw her kidnapper again, she only talks to me every so often. I admit, I was harsh, but I want so badly to believe that she is safe, and if she stays keyed up all the time she'll never learn to let go. She might be processing things in a strange way, but she still has to process it. Chester appears beside me and presses a kiss to the back of my neck.

"This one might be our best yet," he says with a soft smile.

"Let's hope so, the fans have been waiting." I reply, taking his hand in mine.

Together we walk up to the house. Eliza is already inside setting up stuff to make the house more "alive". She scolded us for the last few videos because she claimed the houses felt too fake.

"We need to somehow get that body bag prop out here without looking like we're insane." Chester murmurs to me.

Eliza replies with a distant laugh, I'm surprised she could even hear that, "It's sitting in the trunk of your car in plain view. What are you, Kurt Kunkle?"

We both blink at her, she goes back to messing with props. 

Chester pov:
Filming day is upon us.  Parker and I set up the camera in the car. Eliza sits in the back with Parker's Switch.  She's in this video as our random side girl again, not an actor.  She's changed up her look in the past few weeks. Her hair still has that dark blue undertone, but she's been wearing it up more. Today it's held in a claw clip. She's also chosen less of an emo appearance, she wears a lot of black jackets though, but now she has a sapphire necklace that adds some pop.

"Ready?" I ask her in regards to filming.

She looks up at me and nods, then goes back to her solemn state.

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A/n: so I was reading this for fun and was like "Damn this is camp" and produced this chapter. Riveting, I know.