TEACH ME PROFESSOR [Elizabeth Olsen]

Chapter 82 - Pancakes for dinner

Y/N'S POV

After what happened with Robbie, we go back to LA.
I decide to stay a few days at Lizzie's home, because i don't feel like leaving her alone and i'm afraid something bad might happen.
My bruises and wounds are almost disappearing but what hurts me the most is her behavior.
Lately she's lost in her thought, detached and her eyes completely losts into the void.
She barely speaks to me or gets touched.
I try to give her space but i hate to see her suffer.

I go downstairs and see her near the kitchen counter pouring some coffee.
I approach her hugging her from behind and leaving a kiss on her back.
"Hi little bear" i whisper to her
She turns to me purring softly into my neck, but then suddenly she pushes me away from her.
"Hey what happen?" i ask her looking at her confused
She hesitates a little bit at me before let out a heavy sigh
"What's going on babe?"
She sniffs and hug herself, nuzzling her face into the blanket that wraps her, it's clean that she's in pain and something worried her.
I bring my hand up to her face, stroking her cheek softly.
"Hey you can talk to me" i say and she nuzzles my hand
"Mmm it's nothing, i'm fine don't worry" she speaks with sorrow in her voice
I shake my head, placing two fingers under her chin so she can look at me.
"Liz i know it's about Robbie, please talk to me" i beg her kindly
She frowns a little bit, leaning her face into my hand
"But...i don't want you to be sad" her weak voice speaks
"I'd be so much sadder if you didn't talk to me baby, so tell me what's going in that little head"
She looks at me with sad eyes
"I don't know i feel...sick-my stomach has been doing flips ever since i woke up, i-i don't know what's wrong with me"
"You had a bad nightmare?" i ask
She nods slightly, not moving
"Mmm, yeah... it was about Robbie..."
"Come here" i hug her tightly brushing her hair
"Do you want to tell me about it?" i ask her
She sniffs, her blanket getting slightly damp from her tears
"Mmm, it was nothing... i uhm- don't remember much of the dream..." she whimpers, looking up at me with eyes that are filled with tears.
"I-i just...i'm scared y/n" she affirms sobbing
"I know babe" i kiss her head
"You should have let me destroy his face" i add, she pushes me away, shaking her head
"He- he's so-shit i don't know anymore" she stammers in a defeated tone
"Liz he hurt you, i know its hard to take but he is who he is -and i don't blame you for still caring about him but you can't let him do that to you, i can't see you suffering for him anymore. We need to do something" i take her face in my hands
She whimpers a bit, then she looks up and gives me a puppy face
"But-i don't want him to hurt you" she whispers, i give her a little smile, bringing my forehead closer to hers
"It won't happen my love, but he can't bother us anymore" i tell her
She sighs, not saying anything for a while
"Yeah...you're right" she leans into me, her head resting on my chest
It hurt me to see her in this state, but right now i don't think any words can make a difference.
The only thing i can do is try to cheer her up.

"Hey what do you think about cooking something together?" i propose
She looks up to me forcing a smile
"Yeah that sounds a great idea, i'd love to" she says playing with her fingers
"Perfect" i kiss her cheek and then head to the fridge
"Mmm let's see what we have here...what do you want to eat babe?" i ask her, she shrugs
"I don't mind what we make, i just want to spend time with you" she tells me looking down, i approach her lifting her chin
"Come on, there's going to be something you want to eat" i smile at her, playing with her arms like tentacles to make her laugh.
She makes an exasperated sound but then smiling a bit
"Mmm i guess pancakes, i love pancakes" she states
"Pancakes for dinner?" i tease her and she giggles
"Yeah pancakes for dinner" she scrunches her adorable nose
"Then pancakes for dinner is! Come on help me" i say grabbing a bowl
"What are we doing first?" she asks me
"Uhm could you cut some fruit? i take care of the batter" i says
"Mmm sure..." she nods grabbing a knife and a cutting board, cutting up some strawberries and bananas, but it seems like she's not thinking about her task, lost in her thought again.
I know how much she loves to cook and to be honest I thought it was a good idea to cheer her up but apparently that doesn't help either.