Breath love - adopted by Elizabeth Olsen ✔️

27 - Starstruck -

1813 Words :)

TW: talk about physical and sexual abuse.

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''Why doesn't Riley, grab the package herself?'' He asks, still looking at me and Lizzie looks back.

''Because she is all the way over there and I'm in front of you, now excuse me you need to leave.'' Lizzie tries but of course, he doesn't listen he never does.

''Riley, come on. We had some fun back in the day. Before someone put me in jail.'' He says and I snap out of my daze.

''How did you get out? You're supposed to be in there for a few more years.''

''Good behavior.'' He says proudly and Lizzie just looks between us.

''You? Sure.''

''Do you know who snitched Riley?''

''Yes, I did and I will do it again. No listen to Lizzie and leave. If I ever see your face again I will call the cops. I have a restraining order against you and your brother so watch it and leave me the hell alone. We didn't have fun, YOU had your fun with minors. I turned you in and I won't hesitate to do it again, I still have the pictures and the scars. I can bury your ass. Leave the package and leave. '' He looks stunned and goes to say anything but Lizzie steps between us.

''You heard my daughter, leave.'' She says sternly and he gives up and walks away. Lizzie quickly closes the door and turns around to me. The minute I leave I give in to all my emotions, how the hell did he find me?

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Lizzie POV

She put him in jail? Has a restraining order against him and his brother. What the hell happened? The minute I close the door, I lock it just to be sure before turning to Riley whose knees are giving in. I quickly run to her and catch her before she hits the ground. I wrap my arms around her and hug her from behind. Her hands hold on to my arms and she holds onto them tightly.

''How did he find me?'' she asks while stuttering.

''I don't know sweetie, maybe it was just a coincidence?''

''Nothing is a coincidence with him, can we talk about it or do we need to leave?'' she says and I can't help but feel happy that she is ready to open up a bit more and ask to talk instead of me pushing her.

''We have a minute, me sweet girl. We can always talk, you come first.'' I say as I get up and take her with me to the living room where I sit on the couch. I give Riley the room and choose where she wants to sit. I don't know if she needs space or not right now. She decides to sit on my lap, straddling me. She seems to like this position a lot when she is sad, and I'm totally fine with it.

''His brother was my second foster parent, I was with him between 13 and 14. He was all loving and stuff at the beginning when his girlfriend was still in the picture. When she left he changed. He began to drink and stuff. He turned abusive. At some point, he reconnected with his brother, the one at the door. His brother was a bad influence but naive 13-year-old me, liked him. After a bit he also became abusive but where my foster dad just physically abused me he also began to touch me and in the end, he sexually abused me. My foster dad never did but he also didn't stop his brother. When they adopted another small girl, she was five, I decided that that was the end. I could handle it but she was 5. She didn't deserve that.''