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Worried

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Lizzies pov

I race back to the car and call Scar. The car automatically connects the call to the speakers, as I hear her voice and who I imagine is Rose's and Cosmo's flooding into my car aswell. I can tell that she's busy, and this topic of conversation probably isn't the best to discuss all about when kids are around.

"Hey Liz, you okay?" Scarlett pants, obviously having her hands full with the kids. "Yeah, no everything's fine, it's about y/n. But I'll call you back later, you seen a little busy." I assure her. "Wait, what about y/n". She asks me, lowering her tone. "Is she ok?" She is now fully concentrated on me and what I'm saying. "Scar, I'll talk to you about it later, don't worry." I repeat. "Oh then, the kids should be down if about an hour. So call me then." She says. "Alright then, speak to you soon, tell the kids that their aunt Lizzie said hi!" I tell her, as I hang up. The whole way home my mind was racing with thoughts about y/n, and what was going on in that house.

A few minutes later, I arrive home. I put my bag and shoes in the hall and head upstairs to get changed. I put on an old shirt, with questionable stains, paired with some shorts. I sink back into my couch and turn in the tv, hoping it would pass some time until Scarlett called me.

Y/ns pov

I wait until Lizzie's out of sight before creeping upstairs and laying all my stuff in the floor. I look around, I remember I was going to clean my room today, so that's what I did. I managed to get around 3/4 tidy before my door swung open and I was meet with my parents eyes. "Where were you this time bitch?!" My mother questioned angrily. Her words weren't slurred, her eyes were red, and her pupils were big. A sight that had become a regular occasion  for my mother. "Your mother asked you a question!" My dad yelled, the back of his hand making contact with my jaw, which I'm sure would leave a fun mark.
I was speechless. I physically couldn't talk. This had never happened before, the words just wouldn't come out. After I didn't answer things started to get heated. By this point I had been kicked to the floor, spat on, and continuously hit either in the stomach or my neck, being drunk my father's aim for my face was a little off. But nether the less it still hurt tremendously. My mother, still stood in the doorway, she didn't hit me, but was chanting hatful things, along with my father's blows. But I had blacked out most of it. How do they find joy in this?

Lizzies pov

I look down at my now lit up phone. I let it ring a couple times, in hopes to convince Scarlett I hadn't been waiting for the last hour. I pick it up and see it's a face time. "Hey Liz, ready to tell me?" Scarlett asked me.

"Yeah, so I was dropping y/n home after set today because Liam only drops her and her parents didn't come to get her." I rambled, noticing a questionable look from Scarlett. "So I was driving her home, and she was fine for the most part, but when we got within like a mile from her house she started getting visibly anxious. I didn't think much of it, so I followed her up to the door to maybe get to meet her parents. No one answered though, so I hugged her goodbye, but when I did I could've sworn I smelt cocaine in her house." I finish telling her, seeing her face change as I uttered the last few words. She thinks for a moment before speaking.

"Are you sure of what it is?" She asks. "Y-yeah pretty sure." I say, now rethinking. "Well we shouldn't jump to conclusi- wait, how would you know what cocaine smells like Liz? The blond asks staring at me with a small grin forming. i feel my face flush red "Oh come on Scar, we were all teenagers." I smile nervously. "But regardless I was never as young as y/n when I first tried it. And if she was out the whole day, it could've of been her." I say piecing information together in my head. "Liz, I get that you're concerned, but don't read into it too much, if you're not certain. Scarlett mothered. "I don't want you stressing yourself out." The blond said sympathetically. "But what if it is scar, that's not a healthy environment for a child." I persisted. She shares a look with me and softly smiles. "Why don't you see her tomorrow then?" She suggests. "But it's a Saturday tomorrow?" I say confused. "Yeah I know, maybe meet up with her at the mall or something." Scar advises sipping some wine. "Yeah, I think I might." I say, nibbling at my fingers, thanking her for the advice. We fall into a regular conversation, about her kids, and what I'm up to.

Soon later, Colin comes down to join her on her couch and gives her a quick kiss. "I guess that's my queue to leave then Scar." I say, sighing dramatically. "All right then hon, remember don't overthink it, just text her." I nod and say goodbye to her and Colin, and open messages to do just that.

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