Sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ (Elizabeth Olsen X Reader)

Chapter 10

Lizzie was sat at JFK waiting to board her flight home. Y/N hadn't spoke to her in days and she was worried. She had an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Whether it was the nerves of telling Y/N or not, she didn't know. But she knew she wanted to go home.

Y/N woke to the coldness of the blade on his cheek. He tried to move but a firm hand held him in place.

"I heard that you were looking for me." They sneered as they applied a little pressure to Y/N's cheek. Breaking the skin and some blood escaping the wound. "I am honoured. Although it isn't you I am interested in."

Y/N winced as they moved the blade quickly. Causing a bigger cut on his cheek.

"What do you want?" He asked them.

"Your wife." They sneered as they plunged the knife into his shoulder causing Y/N to scream out.

Lizzie was now seated on a moving plane. Anxious about telling Y/N about the pregnancy. Although the two had agreed on children, they didn't really say when.

Y/N held his shoulder as he took deep breaths. Trying to ease the pain as he watched his attacker pace the room.

"What's your name?" He asked them as they tutted at him.

"You don't get to ask that." They smirked. "I just want you out of the picture so I can be with Lizzie. After all she did say she loves me."

"When?" Y/N asked them. Hoping to keep the conversation going long enough for in the morning when Detective Smith is set to arrive.

"It was a beautiful day." They smiled as they thought about the premiere. "The sun was shining." They plunged the knife in Y/N's thigh causing him to scream out again. "Her skin glowing beautifully. Her eyes shining." They smirked. "She wore a beautiful black suit. I love a dominant woman."

"You will not ever have her." Y/N snarled at them. Earning a swift punch to the face causing his head to snap back. He shook his head to ease the ringing in his ear.

"That's just it. I will have her." They snarled. They gripped his left hand. Glaring at the wedding ring before laying it flat on Y/N's own thigh. "You just won't be around to stop us." They ran the blade just above the knuckle of his little finger and ring finger. Cutting through the small bones. Severing them.

Lizzie was almost closer to arriving in LA. Just 20 minutes away from LAX. The nerves coming in tenfold as landing approached.

Y/N was lying on the floor. Weak. Tired. Almost numb. As they hovered over him the knife still in his hands. Y/N kept glancing at the picture of themselves and Lizzie. On their wedding day. The happiest day of their lives.

"Please stop this." Y/N pleaded. His voice hoarse. Throat dry. His heart was beating over time.

"We are just getting started." They sneered as they knelt beside him. "I will end all of this when you tell me where Lizzie is."

"No." He shook his head. He vowed to protect her until his dying breath.

"Well then." They said before they plunged the blade into his stomach. Twisting it. Y/N let out a blood curdling scream as the pain was almost too much to bare. "I guess I will just have to kill you and wait for her to come home."

Lizzie was now in an Uber on her way home. Not knowing exactly what was happening in her home as they speak. Just as she pulled out into Hollywood her phone rang.

"Hey Jen." She greeted Y/N's assistant.

"Have you heard from Y/N?" She asked her straight away.

"No. Why?" Lizzie replied as she heard rustling on the other end. "You're starting to worry me Jen."

"Are you still in New York?" Jen asked her as she was gathering her things.

"No. I'm on my way home." Lizzie told her confused.

"Do not go home Lizzie. Please go anywhere but home." Jen pleaded with her.

"Is he cheating on me? Is that why he didn't want to come to New York." She asked ger. Tears filling her eyes at the thought.

"God no. He would never do that to you Lizzie." Jen reassured her as her quick footsteps could be heard. "You are his entire world. Do you know he never fails to mention how proud of you he us at least twice a day."

Lizzie couldn't help but smile at tgat but she was curious as to why she was told not to go home.

"But why? Why don't you want me to go home?" She asked as they pulled into her street.

"Please just trust me Lizzie." Jen pleaded as the older woman told her she was outside her home before hanging up.

Y/N was laying on the floor, covered in blood as Larry, he learnt his name was circled him. Both unaware of Lizzie walking up the driveway to the front door. Searching for her keys to let herself inside. Larry smirking at the sound.

"Looks like my girl is home." Larry smirked as Y/N shook his head. Lizzie not knowing what she was letting herself into the moment she stepped over the threshold.

AN

Ooh Lizzie's home. Please let me know what you think