Five weeks had gone by. Five weeks that I had spent in constant fear that my father would suddenly stand in front of me and kill me. In those five weeks I was never alone, there was always at least one of the cast members around me. Five weeks that I had gotten closer to the foster system. Since everything had went by so fast I didn't have time to research in the beginning but by now I knew that as soon as we wrapped I would become a part of the foster system. My mother was dead, my father in prison, neither had siblings and I didn't have grandparents left. I was officially completely alone. So as soon as this was over I'd be placed in a care home or with a foster family, before I'd probably be adopted by someone who wanted me just for money.
"Lottie. Are you coming? Dinners ready." ChrisH was sitting next to me. I had been doing homework while he was keeping company, meaning he was watching me and every now and than he told me that something was wrong. Before he explaining what exactly was wrong and how to do it right. I nodded, before putting my chemistry into the backpack with the other books and followed him towards the buffet.
The small, black backpack was hanging over my right shoulder. The weight of the books was uncomfortable and heavy, which led to me walking slower and into relieving posture. 
"Hey." I waved into the group and smiled at the others. Lizzie was already sitting at one of tables and was discussing something very vividly with some others and ChrisH was already walking over to join them. 
Scarlett was getting up from her chair and walked over to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Hey." She gave me a hug before taking my backpack from me and putting it down next to her chair. The chair next to her was still empty, clearly kept empty for me. So while she sat down I got myself some food. Noodles with cheese.
When I sat down next to Scarlett the grown ups were in a very intense discussion, that I did not want to disturb or join. So I just leaned forward and put my head in one of my hands. The fork in my other hand I picked at my food, without really eating any food. "You gotta eat something." Scarlett said next to me. I looked up at her and saw the worry in her eyes. I looked back at the plate. "Lottie. I'm sure. You gotta eat." I sighed and took a bite of the food and she nodded satisfied. "Thanks and now eat up." I rolled my eyes. Not tat I didn't like Scarlett but she wasn't my mother, so I don't know why she thought she could forve me to do something. She didn't have the right to parent me. Dammit I didn't even have any parent now. 
The tears were starting to gather in the corners of my eyes. I had absolutely nothing anymore. Nobody. The fork I was lifting up stopped halfway on the way to my mouth and I tried to calm myself down. 
"Charlotte. Eat now." Scarlety said. Her voice wasn't as calm and nice anymore, instead she sounded angry and annoyed. "You're not my mom." I croaked out, as I jumped up and the chair fell back. The whole room went silent. Everybody was staring at me and I could feel my cheeks heating up. "Lottie." Scarlett tried to calm me down, stretching her hands out to pull me back to the table. "No. Let me be. Don't touch me." The split second before I turned around I saw the hurt in her face, but then I was already running. Away from the buffet. Away from the cast. Away from Scarlett. 
I slipped in my trailor and locked the new door, before sinking down at the wall sobbing. One of my hands moved into my hair. For a shirt moment I remembered that I  should not pull at my hair, because it would hurt me. I closed my eyes, but the tears were still running down my cheeks. "Lottie. Open the door. I want to talk to you." Scarlett. She had followed me. "Go away." I brought out between two sobs. "I'm not going away. Open up." I shook my head and pulled at my hair, just ignoring the short stinging pain I felt. "Lottie Open the door." She sounded desperate, but I still couldn't open the door for her. "Charlotte please?" I hesitated, but slowly moved towards the door and unlocked it, before leaning back against the opposing the wall. 
"Oh baby." Her soft voice filled the room and seconds later I was wrapped up in her arms and she was rocking us back and forth. "Please take the hands out of your hair. Your hurting yourself." She mumbled and gently pulled the hands out of the mess that was my hair. She put my hands into her already and held them there so I couldn't put them back again. As she also whispered soft nothings into my hair. "It's okay baby. I'm here and I won't leave." I nuzzled my head into her neck but continued to cry. 
Between the soft spoken words, the rocking back and forth and the familiar smell of her perfume I starred to calm down. The tears started to dry up, until I completely calmed down and I was just laying there cuddled into Scarlett.
"I think we need to talk." She said and I turned a little so she could look into my face but shook my head. There wasn't really anything to talk about. I had acted irrational and emotional. "Yes baby we have to talk. Why did you get so angry?" I shrugged and looked at my lap. "Lottie." She mumbled and stroked my shoulder. "I don't know. It's just so much and everything happend so fast and in two weeks I'll go into foster care." I rambled and started shaking, I was still trying to calm myself down, but it just couldn't. "Charlotte. Everything will be alright." "No nothing will be alright. I will go into foster care and some people will adopt me without even wanting me. They'll just want me to make money with me and I'll never have a real family." All the thoughts, that had been on my head for weeks now, were bubbling over now.
Scarlett was smiling sadly and pulled me closer to her chest. "You've been thinking about this for awhile. Hmm?" I nodded and nizzled my head back into her neck. "Well I have to admit something. I had the same thoughts." She took a deep breath, before she continued. "And that's why I started the adoption process four weeks ago. Hopefully everything goes well, cause then you'd be able to come home with me at the end of the next week." My eyes went wide and I stopped moving all together. "What?" "I want to adopt you." The tears were streaming dkwn my cheeks again and I gasped for air. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I wrapped my arms around her and hid my face in her neck as I whispered those word into her over and over.
The blonde just smiled and wrapped her arms around me holding me even closer and for the first time in forver I felt safe and home.

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