2 days later

y/n pov

it was friday afternoon and i was home alone as half the cast was still at their table read and the rest of them were at costume appointments. lizzie dropped me home since i didnt have to be there for the rest of the day and i wanted to call dahlia.

thats what i was doing now, laying on the couch in the lounge room waiting for her to pick up. she didnt answer, how rude. i waited a minute but then she started calling me back.

"hello... ceiling" i said as all i could see was a foggy mirror and her bathroom ceiling.

"well you called when i was in the shower so yes hello ceiling" she said as she i assumed got changed.

"oh so im missing out then" i said sarcastically and she laughed. propping the phone up when she had a pair of shorts and a hoodie on. she started brushing through her hair asking me about my day.

"there was a lot of reading and talking but now im home, and its quiet" i sighed. "what about you hows your life, lonely without me surely"

"oh yeah definitely" she smiled. "nothings really happened schools definitely been boring without you"

"devastating. i have not seen anyone less than double my age in to long" i groaned

"its been like 4 days" she looked at me and rolled her eyes. we talked for a while while she finished doing her hair and stuff until there was a knock at the door. it was a repeated long knock so i knew it was the cast as no one knocks that loud and that long. but when i opened the door stood someone i didn't want to recognize.

"hello y/n" my father grinned at me, my breathing instantly picked up and i attempted to shut the door in his face but the wicked man put his foot in the gap. i stuffed my phone into my pocket as i heard dahls muffled voice calling out to me about what was wrong.

"no no no no no no no no no please no" i stumbled backwards as he stalked towards me. he was in my safe space now. my home. tears were streaming down my face as i struggled to comprehend this. he picked me up by my arms but for once i fought back.

i kicked and screamed trying to actually use the marvel training i was taught to get out of his hold. but i was in hysterics at this point. i cant go back with them i just cant. "QUIT YOUR GODDAMN WHINING" he yelled at me slamming my back into the wall. i knocked my head on a light and it smashed now everything was foggy. my head bobbed around for a minute before everything went black.

when i regained control and consciousness i was in the backseat of a car. we were speeding along what looked like a highway swerving between cars as they honked and yelled at us. the car smelled of cigarettes and alcohol to the point it hurt to breathe.

my "mother" was sat next to me no seatbelt on drinking a bottle of cheap beer. my hands were taped as well as my mouth as i looked at my mother in pure fear. i was physically shaking in fear as my mother just grinned at me a devilish smirk.

i tried to open the door i didnt even care if i tumbled out and got hit by a car i just couldn't be here, not with them. to no avail i was stuck in the car. why does child lock have to exist

eventually the roads started to change and they drove down an industrial area. my father drove all the way to this small run down warehouse where the man parked out front.

"welcome home, sweetheart" i was crying to the point i wasnt breathing. i refused to get out of the car so my mother grabbed me by my shirt yanking me out of the car causing me to whack my head on the top of the car.

they dragged me all the way inside as i tried and tried to get out of their grip. they just held my wrists and shoulders tighter causing me to comply and follow them inside. oh god.

lila was laid on a dusty stained couch, she wasnt tied up or anything but she had a black eye. so they still treat her better then me. she lazily looked over to my parents as they walked in but her eyes bulged as she looked at me. she looked guilty, empathetic and sad. jeez.

"lila hunny, start our lunch. we and your sister have some catching up to do" our mother gritted her teeth. leading me into what looked like an old office.

they threw me to the floor locking the door behind them. the office was dusty and old. there was mold on the ceiling and dead whatevers around the place. it made me want to throw up, but after the other night id hate to do that again.

"you fucking cunt" my father spits steeping forward. "RATTING OUT AND LYING ABOUT YOUR POOR OLD PARENTS, YOUR PATHETIC REALLY, SOOO FUCKING USELESS" he laughs angrily. my mind was already back in the place it was weeks ago.

another wonderful weekend with the parents i suppose.