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Party crashers

Lizzies pov

My mind was racing. I needed to make sure she was safe. I needed to find her. I didn't realise I was in such a state, until Scarlett wrapped her arms around me. We stayed like that for a bit while I calmed down. She let me go and I could tell she was worried too, but she was hiding it to keep me sane. She tried calling her, but the same thing happened, I was about to leave my trailer and drive to her house, when Anthony stuck his head round the door. "Does y/n have any scenes today?" He asked, both are heads snapping up at the young girls name. "No why?" I ask urgently. He gave Scarlett a confused glance before returning it back to me. "She's just wandering around set with two othe-
I didn't wait for him to finish, I was already gone.

Y/ns pov

My father slams the breaks, and I look out the window, only to see the place I feared my parents would never find out about. I think i forgot to breathe for a second or two, but quickly remembered when my father jerked me out of the car, and onto my feet. I pleaded and pleaded to go back home, but they wouldn't listen, they were more focused on the fact I had been lying to them the past few months.
Which is understandable, I should never of done that, it's all my fault.

We sped through reception, I didn't even know where we were going. I think they just wanted to check it out. They also didn't look very sober.
We took so many turns I even thought we were lost. We hadn't ran into Lizzie yet, which I was feeling kind of relieved about, I don't know how I'd be able to lie my way out of this one. We did however, run into Mackie, but I don't think he saw me.
We eventually found a room that my parents could settle on staying in, and they noticed the food in the corner. So by nature, they started loading up plates for themselves.

I keep peering around the corner, hoping no one comes in. Minutes go by and they're still not full. I turn to look at them, and just before I do, I hear something shatter. My parents don't look nearly as concerned as me, just kicking the shards under a table. "Everything ok in here?" Someone speaks behind me. I reluctantly turn back around, already  knowing  who the voice belonged to. "Yeah Chris all good." I smile hopefully convincingly. "You know these people?" He whispers, being a fair few meters away from them. "My parents." I whisper quieter than expected. Before he had any time to speak the famous actor caught the attention of my mother and she made her way to him. "Hello mr Evans, I'm Miss y/l/n, pleasure to meet you." She sticks her hand out, slurring her words a little.

Don't get me wrong, my mother is an attractive person, but the way she's presenting herself now, smudged lipstick, breath reeking of alcohol, and food in her teeth, she isn't really giving the impression she thinks she is.

Chris, being the gentleman he is, shakes her hand and smiles back. Earning a scowl from my dad, who's watching the interaction from afar.

"Come on mum, let's get going." I say, attempting to steer her away from Chris, who she's now practically forcing herself on. I have never in my life been more embarrassed. I thought I was for sure going to get fired. She pushed my hand away and continued chatting to Chris. I give him an apologetic look, and mouth him a quick "sorry." My dad however, has gotten bored of the food and is now making his way over to us. "The kids right, let's go." He says through gritted teeth. My mother protests, but eventually grabs her purse and goes back to the food. "One more." I hear her say with a mouth full of food.

Then Lizzie runs in.

I want the floor to open up and swallow me at this point. She looks around the room frantically, her eyes finally finding me, and a sense of relief washes over them. For a moment I forgot I texted her earlier in the car, she must've been worried sick. That's why she looked so out of breath.

She speeds over to me and engulfs me in a bone crushing hug. "Are you okay honey?" She's never called me that. I mange to move my neck just enough to nod. She lets go and cups my face. "What was that message about?" "You had me and Scar so worried." I explain to her it was an accident, but she doesn't look too convinced. I can't help but feel guilty for causing her and Scarlett so much trouble. But then we could feel a presence nexts to us.

"Can we help you?" My mother asks, looking Lizzie up and down, it's almost as if she was jealous?  
No, no way, she hadn't given me any affection in years, why would she be jealous. "I'm so sorry, I'm Lizzie, you must be y/ns parents?" She offers her hand, to which none of them take. She looks at me quickly and starts talking again. "I was just wondering why y/n was here because she doesn't have any scenes today." "Yeah well we were just looking, wanted to see what all this was about." He grunts grabbing my arm roughly leading us out.

Lizzies pov

"Hey, you're hurting her!" I instinctively say. I don't know why I did, it just happened. The poor girl shoots me a worried look before returning her stare back to the floor. "I think I know how to handle my kid, now move." Her father barks, pushing me aside forcefully. "Hey, don't touch her!" Chris shouts from across the room, now standing between me and her dad.

Y/ns breathing has sped up, and shes biting her lip so harsh I can see spots of blood. Chris is now arguing with him, and it looks like it's going to get physical. I reach my hand out to her, in attempts to get her out of this situation, but her mother just swats it away. "Leave my kid alone, she's not yours." Her mother slurs, I could smell the stench of alcohol in her breath from a mile away.

It's all coming together now. The packets on her kitchen table, the smell of weed in her house the first time I dropped her home, the empty bottles. But the thing that broke my heart most, was the way she has likely been getting all those bruises.