Third person POV:

The next day, (Y/n) woke up to having the sun in her eyes and her whole body aching. The bandages wrapped around her right thigh were bleeding through, staining the bed, and her left eye as pretty much swollen shut. (Y/n) pried herself off the bed and cracked her back, stretching out her limbs. She cursed to herself as she stood up.

"This is the fourth uniform I've ruined with my sh**ty blood... Damn it." (Y/n) grumbled, taking off the jacket and unbuttoning the bloodied white shirt. Her hands shaking slightly. "What the f*** am I going to tell Mr Alistor this time? He's already onto me..." (Y/n) muttered. She grabbed a dull (f/c) t shirt and black jeans from under the bed and limped into the broken bathroom in the basement. (Y/n) cleaned her wounds and replaced the bandages before quickly changing. She grabbed her beaten up sneakers and slipped them on before slowly climbing up the creaky stairs, avoiding the third and fifth stair. (Y/n) glanced around the kitchen before opening the front door and quietly leaving.

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"YOOOOOOO DUDES!!!! What are we going to do now? School is like, the only time we actually see (Y/n)! And now school is cancelled for a couple weeks!" Alfred exclaimed, flopping dramatically onto the couch, falling onto Matt and Francois, who both shoved him off their legs and onto the floor. Arthur sat in an arm chair to the left of the couch and Francis was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Mathew was helping Francis, Allen was lying on the floor and Oliver was still up in his room.

"Don't touch me." Matt grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Uncalled for..." Alfred grumbled, now lying next to Allen.

"That idiot has a point though. None of us have any idea where (Y/n) works." Allen said, rolling his eyes. "If she even has a job. We also don't know where she lives as a back up plan."

"Oh yes we doooo~" Oliver cheered, skipping down the stairs. He held a piece of paper in one hand and his eyes were sparkling.

"Take your cheerfulness and turn it down to a two." Francois stated, twirling a cigarette between his fingers. Oliver stuck his tongue out at him before handing Arthur the paper.

"I found out where (Y/n) works! She has three jobs that she goes to back to back." Oliver explained.

"She works at a bloody bar?!" Arthur asked, his eyes widening.

"That's more like it! An underage bar!" Allen cheered, jumping to his feet.

"Not yet idiot. Let Oliver finish speaking." Matt stated, kicking Allen back to the floor. Allen just mumbled curses under his breath and held back from attacking his brother.

"Since school is cancelled, (Y/n) probably went to work to see if she can get extra hours." Oliver continued. "So after breakfast we can call some of the others and split up to the three jobs. That way we can all keep an eye on her."

"Great idea dude!" Alfred cheered.

"Francis said breakfast is ready." Mathew whispered, walking into the living room. Oliver and Matt looked up.

"We'll be there in a second Mathew." Matt said. Mathew nodded and walked off, leaving everyone confused. Matt sighed.

"Let's just go eat..." He muttered, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

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(Y/n) walked (limped) into 'Angel's Retreat' only to be met with the manager, his arms crossed.

"We don't need your help right now. Go on. Come back later." The manager said, making a shooing motion with his hands. (Y/n) sighed and shook her head, muttering a 'whatever' before limping out of the cafe.

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Because of (Y/n)'s limp, the walk to The Maid Cafe took a lot longer then normal. A couple hours longer. (They're realllllllly long blocks btw) (Y/n) entered the front door and gave a small nod towards the manager, who narrowed his eyes at her appearance. (Y/n) grabbed her maid like outfit and some makeup and began changing and covering up her wounds.

"адстой..." (Y/n) grumbled, covering her swollen eye in concealer. (Y/n) sighed and looked over her work in the mirror. After a moment, she nodded to herself and plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Time to face the crowd..." (Y/n) said, fake cheerfulness dripping from her voice. She walked out of the dressing room and into the cafe.

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Elizabeta and Natalia walked into (Y/n)'s second job. The Maid Cafe. Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, Lutz and Kuro wanted to come, but Elizabeta caved their heads in with her frying pan.

"How will we know if little sister is even here?" Natalia asked as the two were seated.

"I'm sure she will be here. The bar doesn't open until later tonight and most of the others went to her first job, The Angel's Retreat'. We wont miss her." Elizabeta said, grabbing a menu from the table. "Now let's order something. I'm hungry!" Natalia sighed but nodded, looking over the menu.

"Hia! Welcome to The Maid Cafe~ How can I help you ladies?" A cheerful voice asked. Elizabeta and Natalia looked up, only to see (Y/n). She had a giant fake smile on her face and was wearing a black and white maid outfit.

"Oh um. I'll get a cat-cake please!" Elizabeta said, smiling. (Y/n) nodded and wrote something down.

"The checkered  cookie." Natalia muttered.

"Any thing to drink ladies or will that be all?" (Y/n) asked, looking back over at the two.

"Just water. For the both of us." Elizabeta said. (Y/n) nodded and bowed.

"Alright. I'll be back soon~ Please wait here!" (Y/n) said before walking off.

"She's limping." Natalia stated.

"How can you tell? She looks like she's walking normally to me."

"She's putting most of the pressure on her left leg when she walks. And since she is walking fast and wearing heels, it's harder to tell." Natalia explained, folding the menu. Elizabeta nodded, folding her menu as well.

"I'll text everyone we found her." Elizabeta said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Natalia hummed.

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A couple hours had passed and (Y/n)'s shift ended. Elizabeta and Natalia hadn't left the whole time, noticing little details about (Y/n) that were different then at school. Her left eye was more closed then her right eye, she was limping, her right thigh had bandages on it, and the movements with her arms and shoulders were stiff and painful.

"I... Hate.... Everything..." (Y/n) muttered, walking out of the cafe. She had changed back into her jeans and tee. It was now about five o'clock at night and the sun was beginning to set.

"Angel's Retreat has closed by now... So I'll just head towards 'The Sunny Side Up'." (Y/n) mumbled to herself, limping towards the bar. "Dad will want my tips, so I'll take ten for something and give him the rest. He wont notice..." (Y/n) added, unaware of the two girls standing behind her.

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адстой  - This sucks - Belarusian