Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 30

You got to your apartment with a huge guilt, it almost feels like you are dragging the massive heavy guilt wherever you move. It drains you.  All you can see in your mind was Lizzie's sad face with tears as you sit on the edge of your bed. The longer you sit in silence in your room, the bigger the guilt grows in you and it fills your heart with sadness. Memories of her faces in different moods keep flickering in your mind from the tense moody Lizzie's who annoyed you in purpose in the first week you worked for her to happy smiley Lizzie with her contagious laugh then to the sad and emotionally hurt Lizzie that was caused by your sting poorly chosen words.

A few hours later, you still feel the same. The guilt is still there. You have been trying to figure things out on how to make it right, to make it up to her, to show her that you didn't mean every bad word you said to her. You have been typing a text for you to send her but you end up never sending it, you delete it and you start to type it again then you delete it again, and again, and again. You don't know if texting her will fix the situation or not. The guilt has become unbearable to you, overfilling you with regrets and deep scratches in your heart. You even start to feel pain as if you are connected to her and can feel her pain that was caused by you. Or maybe it's the pain from knowing the fact that soon you can't be around her anymore because you quit. It's driving you crazy. Whatever this is, it makes you finally decide to text her anyway.

"I sincerely apologized for everything I've said Ms. Olsen." You saw that the message was read instantly, but you haven't got any answer from her. It twists your stomach but you can't blame her. You wouldn't reply either if you were her.

Now, you don't even know if it's a good idea to come to the party or not. What if she's there, what would happen or what should you say? You know you should come anyway for Mitchel. You would still have to face her no matter what. So you get ready for the party. You heard a ding from your phone and your heart dropped, hoping it was from her but it wasn't. It was Aubrey. "Hey y/n, we'll go to the party by ourselves, no need to pick us up. See you there." Of course, why would she want to be trapped with you in a car after what happened? You replied "Okay." Then continue to get ready and leave for the party.

You get to the party, Gisele - by Emma Peters, Juicy Cola played in the background. You went into the sea of party goers that Mitch invited. Your eyes unconsciously searching for Lizzie. You come back to your daze after you heard someone call your name. "Y/n! Thank you for coming!" Mitch and Pierre take turns to hug you. "Hi Mitch! Hi Pierre! Thank you for having me. Nice party!"

"Merci (thank you) y/n. I heard from Mitchel about your mom. Je suis très désolé, ma chérie (I'm so sorry, my dear)." Pierre said it with his thick accent followed by holding your hand and gently squeezing it showing sympathy and support. "Thank you Pierre. I'm trying hard to stay strong for her." Your heart aches even more as you think about your mom and her condition. You try hard to disguise your feelings and emotions then you get distracted with Mitch's question.

"Are you here by yourself? I thought you flew here with Lizzie and Aubrey." Mitch asked as his eyes looked for the two girls. "Uh yeah, about that. I need tell you something and I need your help." You whispered a little bit. "Y/n? Is everything okay?" Mitch started to look concerned. You start to tell him what happened.

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"No! You did not!" Mitch gasped after you told him what happened and what you said. "Y/n! You can't say those things to people with anxiety! That's horrible! Oh my God, what were you thinking?" A slightly judgmental comment came out from the redhead.

"I know Mitch, that's why I need your help to make it up to her. Please?" Remorse and desperation for help shown in your eyes. "Alright, you know I'm always here for you. What do you need?" Mitch quickly offered.