Personal Justice

Elaina

a/n: this is mostly an aunt y/n chapter so enjoy lol 

Y/N POV:

It's been two weeks since I found out about Scotty's death, and I'm finally getting out of the hospital. These last two weeks have been emotional misery. I've been healing wonderfully since my last surgery and I'll be out of my wheelchair and on crutches soon, but none of it has mattered to me. All I've been able to think about is his funeral, which subsequently happens to be tomorrow. Emily has been wonderful this whole time, I don't think she's left my side once. And now all I want to do is go home, but I can't miss his funeral. He wished to be cremated, his ashes spread at the pier at Ruston Point; where he went whenever he needed some place to think. Tristan and Leo offered to let us stay with them until we leave and of course we said yes. So Leo picked us up and after about half an hour of trying to figure out how to get me into the truck, we finally figured it out. We're about ten minutes away and I am freaking out. I keep looking all over, just waiting for something to happen. Apparently Emily picked up on this and had Leo pull over so she could sit in the back with me.

"Honey, it's okay, nothing's going to happen." She said sweetly as she started to remember what happened the last time I remember being in a car, "Why don't you try getting some sleep?"

"I'm okay love, I'm going to have to figure this out eventually." I said trying to calm down.

"You okay y/n?" Leo asked looking back here, still pulled over on the side of the road.

"I will be." I replied as I flashed him a quick smile, "Now get driving, I want to see my niece. And give me the aux chord, you're music sucks." I laughed slightly and Emily joined in.

"My music does not suck!" He defended as he pulled back on to the road.

"It doesn't for the first song or two, but people aren't really keen on listening to the same Eminem album and 20 country songs over and over." I retorted.

He looked over at Emily for assistance but she backed me up and said, "Sorry dude, but I've been trying to find a nice way to tell you to change it." We both laughed.

"You two are uncultured assholes, okay, Eminem is timeless." He defended in a sarcastic tone as he handed me the aux chord.

"He may be timeless, but he certainly does not make the time of this drive any quicker." I quipped. I turned on my playlist and No Scrubs by TLC turned on and we listened to 90's throwbacks until we got to my brother's house.

When Leo parked, him and Emily quickly jumped out of the truck and helped me back into my wheelchair. I felt so helpless, not being able to do anything, but I kept reminding myself, the more you do now, the less you can do later. Somehow it only took about five minutes this time to get into my wheelchair and I was almost inside until I remembered the steps right by their front door.

Leo was up the few stairs until he realized that I couldn't make it up there and cursed at himself under his breath, "Uhhh, let me go get a piece of wood or something."

About three minutes later, Leo comes back with an old part of a door from their remodel, now being used as a makeshift ramp. I make my way inside and am greeted by my niece making out with some boy.

"Who's this?" I ask curiously and sarcastically as I see Leo's face building with rage.

"Dad, Auntie, Emily! What are you all doing home?" She asked panicked as she shoved the guy behind her.

"I have a better question, why are you kissing a boy, of which I have never met, without me or your mother home? You know the rules." Leo asked, trying to mask his anger.

"I, uh, I-I'm sorry Dad." She said with guilt in her eyes as she shooed the boy outside the front door.

"I need a minute, go to your room." Leo said looking at the ground trying not to scream at Elaina.

"Dad, I am so-"

"Go to your room!" Leo yelled, and immediately regretted it.

Elaina went upstairs to her room and Leo looked pissed. He walked outside, attempting to keep his composure until he got to his garage. Emily and I followed, and she helped me down the makeshift ramp. When we got to the garage, we saw him with a cigarette in one hand, and a fist punching a heavy bag on the other.

"You okay...?" I asked after a few minutes of him alternating between taking a drag of his cigarette, hitting the bag and lighting another one.

"No!" he yelled with a final hit, and then sat down.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Emily asked awkwardly.

"I don't know, you're both gay, so neither of you went through this as a kid." He said half sarcastically and half frustrated.

"I mean, I did in Italy, but my mom was too emotionally absent to give a damn." Emily laughed a little in an attempt to lighten the mood; it did not work.

"Okay, one more cigarette, and then I will talk to her." He said in a defeated way.

"Why don't you let Tristan talk to her?" I suggested.

"She's in Ruston putting together the ceremony for tomorrow; she won't be back until late tonight." He sighed.

"Let me talk to her, I may be gay, but my dad walked in on me with a girl, more than once sadly." I stifled a chuckle.

"Okay, I'll talk to her after, just, just don't put the idea that stuff like that is okay, into her head please."

"I won't! I'm the fun aunt, not the bad aunt." I chuckled.

With that, Emily helped me inside and I texted Tristan to meet me downstairs and after about a minute, she did.

"Can we talk?" I asked trying to keep a neutral demeanor.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, and messed up and-"

"Then why did you do it?" I interrupted, still maintaining my calm demeanor, "I'm not angry or accusing you of anything, at the end of the day, you're not my kid, so it's not my worry. But I still want to know, are you okay? What's going on?"

And almost instantly, she erupted into a puddle of tears and I gave her a tight hug and pushed myself out of my chair and onto the couch, "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"I just, I-I don't know! Everything, nothing, I don't know! The last few weeks have sucked, with what happened with you and my dad, and now we're packing up to move across the country, which means I get to see my dad more, but also means I have to say goodbye to the only life I've ever known, and then my dad's best friend dies, and it's all just too much. I wanted to have some of the normal teenager experience before I leave this place behind and before life becomes too overwhelming again." She admitted in between sobs.

"Oh, honey. It's okay; you'll still come back here and visit sometimes. Granted you won't see everyone as much as you do now, but you'll still see them. Do you think your grandma would let your dad live if she didn't get to see you?" I half laughed, "And I get it, moving sucks, I moved around all the time when I lived with your grandma. Being the new kid is hard, but it can be fun too. Think of it as a fresh start. What's something you wanted to do here, but couldn't; it could be because of your friends, or your school didn't have it, or you were too busy, whatever." I asked trying to cheer her up a little bit.

"I don't know I wanted to try journalism I guess..." she admitted shyly.

"That's great! A lot of schools in D.C have good writing programs, I'll talk to your dad about getting you into one. I can only do that though, if you promise to not pull anything like that at least until you move out." I laughed and pointed towards the front door.

"I promise" she laughed and hugged me, "I'm glad you're okay, and I am happy I'll get to see you more."

"Me too Lay Lay, me too" 

a/n: I know, I know, we're all waiting for the spicy stuff haha, it's coming soon I promise