Returned to Elizabeth Olsen

06: Terrible Airports

Y/n's POV:

When we entered the airport everything was calm and quiet. No one spoke to us. Nothing was out of the ordinary, as we sat in line for something, people would see Lizzie and me and start to stare at us. Lizzie just said it was because they recognized us, but could they recognize us if we didn't know them? I found it a bit strange.

When we reached the end of the line Lizzie started taking off her shoes, jacket, and purse, putting them in a bin in front of us. She never spoke just did it like, she did it every day. She knelt down in front of me, "I have to take all of my things off because I'm an adult. Since you are still underage you won't have to remove anything, but you will have to go through the machine on your own, I will go first then you will go after me."

"Okay."

I watched her go through the machine with no problems, when she told me it was my turn, I walked through and an alarm went off.

"She has to go through again, if it goes off again we have to do a pat down, I'm sorry Miss it's policy."

"I need you to go through the machine again okay, nothings going to happen I promise."

I nodded turning around and finding the man eyeing me as I walked through again and the alarm went off again. "What are you hiding?"

I started to back up. "Nothing sir." Scared was the only word that I could muster. I turned to see Lizzie arguing with the other men dressed like the one that was staring me down.

"She doesn't have anything for god sake, will just bring me with her. She not going to hurt anyone but herself if you don't back off" Lizzie started to scream at the men and it made me even more scared when I tripped and fell onto my butt.

"Miss, you should know the policy if she can't make it past the metal detectors, she has to be pat down. There's no other way she will be allowed through the gates."

"Fine, but I will have your job if something happens to her." She pushed past the men and walked over to me kneeling down in front of me. "Y/n can you hear me?" I nodded. "Okay, I need you to follow this man into another room I will be right outside when you're done okay?" I nodded again

Following about three feet behind the man, we entered a room that wasn't very big. He pulled out a long stick and had me stretch out my arms and legs. I just wanted to go back with Lizzie. I've had enough he spent at least 15 minutes going over my body with the stick-like object. Before he opened the door, Lizzie was waiting for me on the other side.

I couldn't handle it anymore, I rushed over to her and held onto her legs. I didn't want to leave her side. I lost the one person that's trying to look out for me. I just wanted someone to love me.

"It's okay Y/n. It's okay no one's going to hurt you. It's you and me right now, no one else just us." She started to hum as she picked me up. She placed me on her hip and I hid my face in her neck. I couldn't do it anymore. I cried and cried until I fell asleep in Lizzie's arms.

{Time-Skip} 1 pm London Time - 6 am LA Time

Slowly opening my eyes I looked around a bit, I have no clue where I am, other than the fact that I'm in Lizzie's arms. How did I get here? Lizzie stirred a bit as I looked around.

"We are on the plane you fell asleep in the waiting area, so I walked us to the plane, we have been on the plane for about 11 hours already, you've been asleep for about 12 hours."

I nodded putting my head back into the crook of her neck not wanting to be awake anymore just closing my eyes and drifting back to sleep quickly.

{Time-Skip} 8 pm London Time - 1 pm LA Time

"Come on Y/n time to wake up we have arrived in LA." Opening my eyes and looking around, I'm in my own seat with something restraining my lower body to the seat.

"Why?"

"Why what Y/n?"

Looking down I pointed to the contraption that was holding me in place and I couldn't move.

"That's a seatbelt just like in the car earlier you have to wait for the plane to come to a complete stop before taking it off. Just a few more minutes and I can take it off and we can leave. Go home and relax for the rest of the day."

I nodded as she grabbed my hand squeezing her hand tightly she squeezed back letting me know, she was still there until her other hand reached over to the seatbelt, and pulled me onto her lap.

"In a few minutes we will get up walk out of the airplane and straight to the car, but in the event that there are people standing outside with cameras and flashing lights, I need you to hold on tight and keep your face hidden can you do that?" She spoke softly running her hand through my hair. Probably trying to keep my calm, before we get off.

I nodded in return snuggling into her, holding on as tight as I could. She got up and moved us to exit the plane. She moved around the people quickly, almost as if she were in a rush. When we reached the doors to exit she stopped, and her grip on me grew tighter.

"I hate this, they need to calm down." I didn't answer, I didn't think she was speaking to me. "Okay, Y/n can you do me a favor and get down for a moment?" I nodded, I didn't want to get down but here I am standing on my feet looking out the front door. There is a load of people out there with flashing lights.

When I turned around, to see Lizzie putting on a hat and sunglasses, making her hair disappear in the hat. She smiled at me before kneeling down in front of me, "Those people out there are big meanies, okay all they want are pictures and to ask very stupid questions. So I need you to hold on tighter than you were before because I don't know how they are going to react to you being in my arms okay?"

I nodded and lifted my arms up to her neck, I just wanted to cry, is there a reason I have no clue? Picking me up she started to hum for a few minutes before walking out the front door. I gripped on tighter, hoping all this would just go away, but it didn't it got worse when we made it outside.

Flashing lights, loud people, and shouting from all different directions. It made me want to cry more. Lizzie was great about it she just kept walking, until I felt an unknown hand on my back, making me tense. Stiff as a board, as people would call it, I didn't like it when people touched me it made me think of them.

Mr. and Mrs. Eliot, held me down as they did whatever they pleased or what they felt was proper. Would Lizzie to that, mean she seems pretty nice, but she could be just showing her outside face because we haven't made it to her house yet.

"Y/n can you hear me, Y/n I need you to focus on me, ok big deep breaths." I looked over to find Lizzie sitting next to me in a car. I looked away and stared out the window, she could turn on at any second showing her true colors. Showing me that all adults are the same and none can be trusted.

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