Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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❥ 𝐓𝐖 - mentions of overdosing

"You're telling me you broke a kids arm because he accidentally tripped you? C'mon Ellie..." I laughed at the absurdity that is Ellie's childhood.
God, I could listen to her talk for hours about what she was like when she was a kid. If I really thought about it, she's exactly how I pictured her growing up- feisty, witty, and not much different from how she is now.

Ellie raised her arms above up, gearing up to defend herself, "it wasn't a accident sky! Little fucker deserved it."

I brought her hand down, tangling our fingers together as I held it between us. Laying next to her like this- my leg draped over hers, my cheek smooshed against her shoulder, and neither of minding the lack of personal space- it felt safe. Natural.

"You're right, Ellie... little fucker got what he deserved." I agreed with her wether or not it's the truth as I kissed her shoulder, and snuggled myself further into her side.

Ellie huffs, "Yeah, yeah-", getting cut off by the sound of her phone buzzing repeatedly. I take a peak at the name "Joel" as she lifts it up. Her thumb hesitated over the red button before pressing it.

Joel was a mystery, and their relationship was an even bigger one. I knew the bare minimum when it came to him, and that's only because of some things I've pieced together from the very little information I've gotten from Ellie and Dina.

"Why don't you talk to him?"
Shit, once again, my inner monologue slipped out. I knew it was a risk to ask Ellie questions about her earlier years, but I craved to know more about her.

Ellie shifted on the bed, lifting her arm along with mine as she turned towards me.

"It's complicated." She sighed as she cracked a smile, but the kind of smile that felt like the memories itself were hurtful to remember.

"We got all night." I hushed my voice, reaching up to smooth my hand over face, "plus I wanna know more about you. No more secrets."

I was scared I was prying somewhere I didn't belong, but Ellie chuckled, and grabbed my hand to hold between our chests, "alright, fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
She turned on her back, taking a deep breath like she was about to unleash something. I remained quiet, observing her side profile like I have done a million times in the past.

"Joel adopted me when I was 14-" she paused, taking another deep breath, "it was good the first couple of years, but I got into some bad shit, fuck-" she covered her eyes with her hand as her voice started to tremble.

"Hey, it's okay.. You don't have to tell me if its's too hard." I placed my hand on her stomach, swiping my thumb back and forth, trying to sooth her and any way I could.

She took a few seconds before removing her hand from her face, and turned to look at me, "no, I want to tell you. You deserve to know."

Did I actually deserve to know?
I didn't know what she meant by that, but it didn't feel like the right time to question her.

"I OD'd when I was seventeen, and he was the one to find me."

And just like that, boom.

I felt sickened by the bombshell that was unleashed. I wanted to cry- scream for her, but she would hate that so instead, I hummed in acknowledgment as if I had a clue in the fucking world what that must've been like for either of them.

Ellie's pov
"I OD'd when I was seventeen, and he was the one to find me." Keep it together, keep it to-fucking-gether.

"I was in the hospital for a few days, but shit just got worse after that. He kept getting on me about getting help and was up my ass about every single thing-" I was growing more frustrated like I was still there- right fucking there. You think being high as fuck all the time would help you forget, but it doesn't. I remember everything- the way I was such a dick to him even though all he was trying to do was help me.
Back then, I didn't care if I OD'd again- I didn't care about second chances.