Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 52. Another day, another drama

Y/n's POV:

"What?!" I ask in shock, not believing what I just heard. "What the hell are you talking about?!" My tone is filled with incredible anger in seconds, making me want to connect my fist with his smug face. Of course I wouldn't kiss and wouldn't even look at anyone who isn't Elizabeth even if I was completely hammered, not talking about being sober!

"I don't know, I saw what I saw and I'm sure Lizzie won't like your antics," Danny replies with a fake sympathetic expression, clearly enjoying my shocked face with bulging eyes.

"She won't even believe you," I say through my teeth, trying my best not to show that his provocation really affected me and gave me a feeling of anxiety that now prevents me from trusting my own words.

"She always does. And she deserves someone much better," he snorts back, bringing the glass with some dark drink to his lips and wincing slightly as he looks away from me.

"That's not for you to decide," I hiss, clenching my right hand into a fist and feeling my nails dig sharply into the skin of my palm. "Does she know that you're in love with her, huh?" I smirk, keeping my voice from trembling so as not to betray my real emotions. Anger, despair, worry and terrible fear that I'll be the one she doesn't believe in the end.

Turning my head to Danny, I see him freeze in one position, focusing his gaze on one point and then his eyes meet mine, showing his obvious surprise mixed with a moment of aggression, which after a couple of seconds are replaced by his previous cheeky look.

"You're wrong about that," the man says, badly concealing the frustration in his voice, "enjoy your vacation with her while you can," he adds, rising from his chair and placing a couple of bills on the bar, giving me one last scornful look and leaving me alone again.

All I can feel right now is the hatred for him that fills my entire heart, causing both my hands to ball into fists as I hold back the urge to pound the bar with all my might. What's wrong with me these days? Sometimes it feels like me and El just swapped our personalities.

Right, El... I definitely can't let this piece of shit ruin what we have. I don't care about his motives, goals, what he wants to achieve with it, I don't care about absolutely everything and everyone when it comes to the most precious thing that I have - my relationship with Elizabeth, so the only option I have right now is to do what I do the best. Snitch and complain to her.

"Your drinks are ready," the bartender informs me, pushing a tray with four glasses filled with clear liquid mixed with mint chunks towards me as I smile at him and I pay the bill, after that carefully picking up my order before heading back into the house, trying not to quicken my pace to avoid spilling everything.

Stepping inside and walking into the kitchen with the only thought of what I'm about to do, I set the drinks down on the table, feeling my insides constrict with the aggression, frustration and overthinking that Danny has probably already told her shit about me or that she won't believe me. Well, in any cause all I can do is be honest with her.

"Baby, are you already home?" Elizabeth's voice startles me, although it sounds somewhere in the distance, being slightly muffled by a closed door, and I understand that I'm not at all ready for another unpleasant talk, but the seething irritation due to the realization that someone constantly strives to spoil our relationship wins.

Clenching my jaw and quickly walking towards her voice with heavy steps, I feel like I'm about to explode because of the hurricane of emotions raging inside me, remembering Danny's nasty contented face and the fear that enveloped me after his words.

"This is just stupid!" I yell out loud, letting my frustration out and approaching the bedroom, I find Elizabeth sitting on the bed while looking at the cat figurines she bought herself, staring at me surprised as I enter the room and stand in front of her with my arms crossed over my chest.