On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Sexting

Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah

A/N: Hey! How y'all doing? I got another heavy one for ya.

TW: Abusive Relationship

Liz POV

"I never knew the Olsen twins had a sister."

Her words stun me making my body shut down. I comb over her face, and the look in her eyes hit me like a truck, and I slowly realize why she is here. She's hurt, found out the truth, and what's to know why. Y/N is looking right back at me. She says something to me, but it's muffled.

A "What?" Escapes my lips.

"I'd like to come in, Elizabeth," Y/N says, annoyed. Wait, Elizabeth? No, no, Y/N to you, I'm Liz. Your Liz! My mind is shouting for my mouth to move and say these things, but instead, I shuffle my body out of her way, allowing her to enter. I close and lock the door, my eyes never leaving her. I watch as she looks around, noticing new things she didn't see before. I watch as her head tilts. She spots Robbie's coat. She then turns her head to my closed bedroom door. Fuck. She knows.

She doesn't say anything but quickly moves her head and body around the apartment. I position myself in the area between the kitchen and living room. With her back turned to me, I go to speak, but she unknowingly cuts me off.

"I made it home safe, by the way. Mr. Bronson is great." The Y/N speaking isn't the same one as before. It's like every sentence is being spat at me. "Yeah, I'v-"

"Max was still there, so we decided to watch the first Captain America movie. Pretty good. I was pleasantly surprised." Y/N finally turns her head towards me. I'm caught off-guard, so I give a weak smile. Y/N doesn't react, instead turning her head away from me once more.

"We were going to move on to the next movie of the night, but Max wanted to know all about how last night and earlier today was with Liz," Her voice goes stern on my name. "I told her everything. And being like the good friend she is, she wanted to know more about you, like stalk your Instagram and stuff. So she asked for your name, and I told her your name. Elizabeth Chase." She adds in a few more 's' to draw it out.

Y/N finally turns all the way around to face me. "That's the name I told her because that's the name I was given." I know she doesn't know who Wanda Maximoff is, but she's embodying her right now. Or I guess me? Y/N stares at me as if she's waiting for me to speak, but I can't. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Y/N sees me struggle. "Since you're not on Instagram anymore, your lovely fans have taken it upon themselves to provide fan accounts which Max found. And then it all clicked for Max, and she said, "That's why she looked and sounded so familiar at the coffee shop!"

"Well, could you believe I had no idea what Max was talking about, so she showed me the article about us leaving the restaurant. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. The one that was causing your phone to blow up, if I had to guess."

"Y/N." I finally managed to toss it out. She's ignoring me, so I try again. "Y/N-"

"The one your "co-worker" Robbie kept messaging you about." She picks up his coat by the collar balling it in her hand. "Y/N, please." I look over Robbie's coat in her hand. My eyes scan up the sleeves. That's when I see red near the hem of the armpit—dried blood.

"Y/N, stop!" I yell, scaring myself. Y/N, taken aback, throws the coat on the couch before stepping further away from me. We catch a glimpse of each other, tears. Hurt. Y/N raises her finger at me. "You don't get to do that." She sounds like she is choking on her tears. "You don't get to yell at me like that."