Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 43. Finally clean

Elizabeth's POV:

The realization that I was heading without even knowing where only caught up with me when I approached my car. Think, Lizzie, think, where could she be? Not only did my messages go unanswered, she didn't even read them, and several of my calls also ended up ignored.

I can't blame her for anything, knowing that her condition probably doesn't allow her to think straight right now. I guess the texts I received were just written by the drunken head and don't contain much sense or honesty, but I still consider it my duty to make sure she's okay.

Madison and Olivia also didn't pick up their phones, so my suggestion that they're probably hanging out together turned out to be true along with my hope slowly crushing down, but one particular memory suddenly pops up in my head, restoring it.

"Oh, and he invited us to the party this Saturday. Gonna bring Liv and Mads too," Y/n says while I'm trying to process the newfound fact that she's friends with Charles now, swallowing all the anger that threatens to break out, not wanting to have another fight with my girlfriend.

Today is Saturday and all the facts seem to match, so now the only thing I have to do is find the place where they are, feeling that it's definitely going to be a challenge because of how big Los Angeles actually is.

The next few hours of searching were unfortunately unsuccessful, because neither the social media of all her friends that I knew about, nor my personal visits to various places where people of Charles's social circle usually hang out, gave me nothing but unpleasant encounters with drunk guys.

All this time, I also unsuccessfully tried to get through to Y/n, hoping that she was about to pick up the phone any time and tell me her location, but after some time I realized that I should rely only on pure luck and my own intuition.

Glancing at my watch, I see that it's already a little over three in the morning, realizing with horror that I've spent about six hours just visiting a dozen night clubs and restaurants, wasting all my efforts, feeling completely exhausted from my nightly trips.

I even was at her place, or more precisely, I only asked the concierge if she appeared here today, giving him 300$ because otherwise he refused to "disclose the private information of the residents", which once again did nothing but aggravate my despair.

And for what? Y/n probably doesn't even want to see me, let alone to accept any help from me. But my great worries are still stronger than any doubts that tell me that it's too early for us to meet or talk, so I decide to resort to extreme measures.

I don't really believe that this will work and my intuition will not fail me at least now, but as if feeling that this time I might be right pushes me to once again taking out my phone and finding the needed contact, without hesitation clicking on it.

"Hello, who is that?" Raspy sleepy voice answers after a few rings.

"Clay? Hi, it's Lizzie Olsen. I'm so sorry for bothering you so late, but I terribly need your help with something," I start to chatter, being completely on edge because of this disturbing night.

"Slow down, slow down, Lizzie," he still sounds pretty confused and tired, but somehow manages to quickly pull himself together, nicely continuing our talk. "How can I help you?"

"I need some private information about one person. I'm searching for my friend, so I really-really need it, I know she was with him this night," I'm desperately trying to convey to him the point of my request, sincerely hoping that he will be able to help.

"What person?" He asks briefly, sounding more freshly by now.

"Charles Keller. I know only that he's 26 or 27 and associated with the "Gerfil", it's some oil refining company as far as I know, but that's it. It's like...very important and I owe you if you can help me, I only need his address." I won't be surprised if everything I just said sounded highly desperate, but right now I couldn't care less.