Too Sweet

Chapter 7: Deportation

"What the hell?" Lily was surprised when she tried the key to the front door of her San Antonio home, the lock wouldn't turn. She rang the doorbell and seconds later her mom answered.

She looked as if she hadn't sleep the entire night. "Yeah, after he ranted at me for keeping this from him, he changed the locks. I was trying to stop him when you called this morning which is why I couldn't answer."

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess," Lily said and her mom nodded in acceptance of Lily's apology. "He beat up Finn and said I acted like a common whore."

"Oh Lily," her mom pulled her in for a hug which was Lily's cue to cry. "He was just upset but it was still unnecessary. He didn't mean it."

"I know. I know," Lily acknowledged, looking around. "I've never seen him so angry before. Is he here?"

"No. He left after he changed the locks. I tried calling but his phone was turned off. He didn't take a bag with him so he can't be gone too far."

Lily yawned. "I'm going to my room for a bit. I'm really tired."

"Yeah, I think you should get some rest. I'm sure you had a rough night. I'll try to have lunch on the table by the time you're ready to come out..."

Lily didn't know how many hours of sleep she got but it wasn't enough because she was still tired. Her phone rang. She quickly grabbed it with fumbling hands hoping that it was Finn but it was just Della. Lily sent it to voicemail only for it to ring again seconds later. Sighing, she slid the bar to answer. "Hello."

"Hey, you're on speaker. We're all in the locker room together backstage," Della said.

"Why so they can each take turns telling me how mad they are at me?"

"Mad? For what? All you did was keep quiet to avoid jeopardizing your storyline. We're calling to check on you because you obviously weren't okay last night and then your secret leaks in a very unflattering way."

"I'm just glad to finally be able to make sense of all this," a voice in the background that she recognized as Sasha said.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for accusing your father of having romantic interest in you and I'm sorry for the comment I made about his eye," Liv apologized

"I'm not particularly happy about you calling my cancer survivor uncle decrepit but all in all, I got the point you were trying to make," Nattie replied.

"We know the Lily we heard on the tape is not the Lily we see in here every Monday. You're not nearly as cutthroat as that video makes you seem," Alexa snorted.

"Okay, you guys aren't mad at me but the fans... They're lighting me up," Lily groaned.

"Oh please. Fans or marks and neckbeards? What don't they hate? You'll drive yourself crazy caring about their opinions," Della scoffed. "I'm guessing you only focused on the negatives. I've been monitoring the situation and if I had to tally the percentages, 60% of the comments are positive, 20 are neutral and the other 20 are negative. When are you coming back?"

"I'm not sure yet," Lily sighed. It was pointless to return without Shawn by her side now that the cat was out of the bag. There was no way they could get away with not addressing it.

"Okay, we'll be here when you get back," Della replied. "Bye."

Lily rolled around in bed until it hit her. She shot up and dug around in her closet until she found a pair of camouflage boots.

Her mom was standing at the stove when Lily ran by. "Where are you going? The food is done."

"I know where dad is and I'm going to find him!" Lily yelled over her shoulder.