A Soft Touch Far Away - (Stefanielle fanfic)

FLEE

Charlotte's POV :

The shooting on location ended on Saturday morning, so we all had lunch together before coming back to LA.

Danielle and Stefania drove me home, well the place I pretended I lived in, and then I found myself all alone again...

I walked into my tiny apartment, and as soon as I was in front of my door, I realized something was wrong.

The lock was broken.

'Shit' I whispered to myself as I shakily pushed the door open.

"Nooooooooo" I whined, taking in the mess that was my studio.

Someone definitively broke in when I was on location.

The few pieces of furniture I had were all over the floor, and some things were missing but honestly, I didn't have anything of value.

I sighed, dropping my little suitcase.

It wasn't the first time someone broke in, but every time it happened didn't make it less scary. And I was very thankful I wasn't here when it happened.

I was safe when it happened.

Safe and taking care of.

Now I was on my own, and not safe at all, and my lock was forced. Someone could enter at any time.

I managed to clean most of the mess when I heard some tapping at my window.

I immediately turned around to see Castby, my stray cat.

I opened the window for him to enter and he instantly purred and rubbed himself against my legs.

"I missed you too Catsby." I smiled softly.

He was the only thing that could bring me some comfort right now.

After arranging some other things, I sat on my single bed and took a deep breath.

"Okay Charlotte. Think." I said aloud to myself.

"I'm gonna put my closet in front of the door to make sure no one walks in, then I'm gonna call the locksmith see if they can come soon, and next I'll need to find what to eat for... a week." I said remembering we had a week break before the next table read and filming.

I stroked Castby's fur to calm me down, and then an idea popped into my head.

What if I called Danielle or Stefania ?

They told me they would be here for me, even after the shooting on location.

But I couldn't.

They couldn't see where I was living, they couldn't know I'd be lying since the first day.

They couldn't know.

And they didn't need to be involved in my shitty life.

I did what I had planned a few minutes ago, and the locksmith said they would come later today, but it would cost at least 800$. That is to say, a lot more than I could afford.

I sighed and knew the last thing I had to do.

Call my parents.

I typed my mother's number, my finger trembling over the numbers.

"Hello ?"

"Hi mom."

"Charlotte, how many times did I tell you not to call me."

"I'm sorry."

"Last time I called you was... A few months ago." I pointed out.

"And I specifically told you not to call me except if you were on the verge of dying." She said maliciously.