On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

1985

If I could be anybody, dead or alive
I would wanna be my dad in 1985

TW: Suicide, Abuse

Y/N POV

On the drive to my mom's, I filled her in on everything that's happened. It wasn't easy, and I didn't want to, but we're in the process of keeping our relationship in a good place, so being honest with her is what I got to do.

She bit her tongue as much as possible, but she let one "bitch" slip through. It honestly made me chuckle.
However, by the time we pulled into her gated apartment complex, she let me know how sorry she was for me and how she wished Lizzie would've been better.

Me too.

"Do you love her?" My mom asked as we passed the gates.

"I do."

"I'm just going to say this one thing." Oh boy. "Talk to her and if you still love her after that then it's meant to be."

I decided to say nothing as my mom pulls into a parking spot, I look around and remember I haven't been here. She moved into this apartment complex last year after.. everything.

"Looks.. cute!" I say as my mom opens the trunk so that I can get my belongings. "Yeah, it's great. Sometimes it gets too rowdy, but what can you do." My mom says as she hands me my bags, closing the trunk before we head toward her door.

My mom is on the ground/first floor of apartment building number two. Its exterior color is maroon with dark browns. As we walk into the exterior hallway towards her door, my mom turns to me since she sees me in thought.

"You okay, dear?" I look down at my mom and put on a smile. "Just taking it in." My mother nods and leads me to her door.

216.

Elizabeth Chase Olsen's birthday and my mom's apartment number.

What the fuck.

I look down at her doormat and laugh on the inside. Partly because of how fucked up the universe is right now and because of the stupid saying on the dumb doormat.

"Wipe your paws."

She doesn't even own a pet. What is she on about?

Once my mom finally unlocks her door, she gestured for me to enter, but we are stopped when her neighbor's door opens, and out walks a tall older gentleman. He's got salt and pepper hair, a clean, shaved face, and appears to be in good health.

"Laurie! I thought I heard you!" The older man steps out from his door frame and enters the hallway. "Shouldn't you be at work?" I look over to my mom, whose body has become relaxed as she smiles at the man.

"Nick! Hello yes! I did have to work, but I called off when my daughter here made a surprise visit home!" The man briefly brings his attention to me before glancing at my mother. "Daughter?" My mom places an arm around me. "Yes! Nick, this is my daughter Y/N!" Nick's face lights up as he steps forward and places a hand out. "So lovely to meet you." I shake the man's hand. "Nice to meet you, Nick." Nick throws his arms up. "Just like I told your mother, it doesn't matter what you call me. Nick, Nicholas, or Nikolai, I'll be fine with."

A genuine smile appears on my face as I'm reminded of the first time I met Davey.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Nick nods with a smile before he notices my bags. "Do you two need any help with the rest?" My mother shakes her head. "We got it all but thank you."

"Not a problem. I'll leave you two to it. It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." With a smile and a thoughtful look at my mom, Nick walks back to his door, but before going in, he gives a cheerful wave before closing the door behind him.