The marvel job ~marvel cast~

Emails ruin everything

4 days later

"If I get one more assignment I'm going to scream."
Faye exclaims. Honestly, same. You'd think with me acting every day for hours, the school would be a little less strict with the due dates, but no. I've got 2 due on Monday, and another 2 on Wednesday. I've been taking my art to set, to work on it whenever I get a chance, but I haven't even started my English yet, and that one is due Monday.

"So, getting whisked away in a fancy car again y/n?" Sam asks smirking. Faye looks at me confused and mouths a quick, "does he know?" I subtly shake my head before answering him. "For your information, I do not." He playfully rolls his eyes and elbows me when Faye turns her back.

Over the last few days, apart from filming, getting homework, filming, not needing crutches anymore, and you guessed it, more filming, I've been a lot happier. I've also been getting to know Sam a bit more, he's a really nice guy.

Eventually we all go down separate ways, and wave each other off. I get my keys out my bag and unlock the door. My dad's stood there with a sour expression on his face. I can practically feel all the happiness drain from my body as he opens his mouth. "So, marvel huh." My body freezes. My mouth feels dry. I think I would've stayed like that forever if my dad didn't raise his voice. "What's wrong?" He pouts sarcastically. "Were you never gonna tell us about your little job?" "We got some pretty interesting emails last night about your little injury." No words come out. "You really thought you could hide this from us?" He snarled. "You'll be paying for that later." My blood ran cold. I felt powerless. "Is she here?" I hear my mother call from upstairs. I hear her heels click against the floorboard as she makes her way down. But what gets my attention most is what she's wearing.

This one dress in particular, a bright pink dress, that looked like it would be too small for Rose, paired with white strapy heels and an excessive amount of jewellery. This was only worn on big occasions. Apparently it's the what she wore when she met my dad.

I didn't have long to question it before I felt a hand pushing me towards the door. I squirmed under his touch as he shoved me through, and we all made our way to the car. "Keep still!" He ordered. My mother piled into the car. I stood beside the door, not touching it. To say I was scared was an understatement. I honestly had no clue where we were going. I've always feared my parents, and what they were capable of, but for the first time in my life, I was petrified.

I must've been stood there for too long, because a harsh slap to the face quickly brought me out of my thoughts, and I was forced into the vehicle.

My dad was driving, probably speeding, down the street. My mother frantically applying her lipstick as we swerve past another car. However I, was getting tossed around in the back, most of the seatbelts in our car were broken, and I guess they could never be bothered to replace them. I was still yet to find out where we were going. The idea of asking crossed my mind, but I shut it down, for my own safety.
I feel around for my phone in my pocket, and I take it out discreetly. Thinking for a moment, I quickly open Lizzie's contact and text her. Shes probably filming, but I needed someone to help.

My fingers were typing after then they ever had before, but then I stopped. I don't think I thought this through. I wasn't thinking straight. Aren't you only supposed to do this when you've been kidnapped or something? I mean, they're my parents, they wouldn't be taking me anywhere that bad, right?

"Hey! What's she doing back there?" My mother asks, turning her head around. I try to hide my phone before my dad sees, but it's too late. "Gimme that!" My father snatched my phone off me.
Now I'm really panicking.

Lizzie's pov

I'm in Scarlett's trailer, helping her with her costume, when my phone buzzes. I take it from my bag and open it. I see it's from my mum, sending me a cute picture of her dog, and I show it to Scarlett. She takes my phone and messages her, while I zip her up. I swear she thinks shes part of the family.
"Liz, you got a text." She says. "From who?" I ask, turning to get my stuff together. "Y/n." I smile at her name. I haven't heard from her since filming a couple days ago. "What does it say?" Scarlett pushes a few buttons, before speaking. "I don know whre I'm goin can you trac-"

I look at Scarlett, thinking she's joking, but she just mirrors my expression. I take my phone from her hands and re-read it, hoping I heard wrong. There spelling errors, almost as if she was rushing. And it looked like she hadn't finished her sentence. I call her immediately, but it just goes straight to voicemail. I try again and the same thing happens. I open the tracking app I wanted her to add me on, and find her contact. It loads for a couple seconds, Scarlett and I both watching it closely.

The location pings. I let out a sigh of frustration when the location I'm at comes up, so I refresh it. But the same thing happens. I try it a few more times, feeling a strong urge to know where she is, I've never felt this kind protective over anyone before. Well, maybe Rose when I lost her in target, but that's not important. After the fifth time I throw my phone on her bed in frustration. Scarlett grabs my hand, which I didn't know were shaking, and says something. I couldn't make out what it was, all that was racing through my mind was y/n.