Adopted by "Lizzie" Olsen

15: My Grandmother?

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Y/n's POV:

We spent a long time outside, and I was honestly happy too, it was peaceful out here. It almost sounded like I was in the ocean like the waves were crashing down not far from here.

"I think I'm ready to go inside now," I spoke softly honestly not wanting to get up yet.

"Okay sweetheart, but let me know if you get uncomfortable okay?" I nodded in response.

Lizzie got up and moved the both of us inside to the kitchen table where the lady sat drinking from a cup. "Oh good, your back how are you feeling?" The lady spoke calmly it was almost comforting.

I wouldn't let it be though she could turn on me at any second just like Lizzie could if she truly wanted to. Watching the woman interact not listening to their conversation. Watching both of their moves from my spot at the table next to Lizzie.

The woman sat across truly listening to every one of Lizzie's words. Watching them,

They looked more similar, the more you looked between them. Lizzie's face twitches the same way her mother does when speaking, their voice is close to the same, and the accent they have is similar.

It wasn't until Lizzie placed her hand on my shoulder that I was brought out of my thoughts. "Sweetheart, are you listening, can you hear me?"

I nodded before turning to her. "I was thinking."

"That's okay, so I would like to introduce you to my mother, her name is Jarnette, she is my mother but she would like to ask you something. Go ahead, mom."

She sat up straight and looked over at me before speaking, "Since you are going to be joining our family whether it's permanent or not I would much rather have you call me grandma than Jarnie."

I sat silent, taking this in. I mean yes I'm a part of the family because Lizzie currently fostering me but how long is that truly going to last once she sees even a piece of my past she could leave on my own again?

On the other hand, this could be the start of a new beginning. She could let me live a life with no trauma I could push past the trauma, live life like a normal person but that's not going to happen to me I don't deserve a normal life, all the things I've done in the past it will catch up to me.

I stood up and looked out the back window into the backyard, maybe I should have stayed out there. I don't want to mess anything up. It's been good, I mean the nightmares and flashbacks don't help, but my life had been improving.

"Sweetheart look at me you're hurting yourself, Y/n honey look at me and take a deep breath."

Her voice sounded so far away like I was in a dream I couldn't wake up from. When I felt hands on my shoulders my vision started to clear. Looking around at my surroundings, reminded me I was at Lizzie's house in LA.

"Hey Y/n I know you are lost in your head, but come back to me we can talk this out. Take a deep breath and close your eyes." Listening to her words I closed my eyes and took deep breaths before opening them and looking at her bent down in front of me, with my hands in hers. "There you are, take a few more deep breaths, then we will go to the table again."

I nodded and followed her to the table I looked down at my arms they were starting to hurt, what I didn't realize was when I was in my head, I was scratching the life out of my arms. "what my mom was trying to say is she would prefer you go call her grandma because we are hoping you will be sticking around for a while. I know this is a big step, but I do want you to meet the rest of my family in the future not now but soon."