mommy issues core

people help the people

people help the people ~ birdy
elizabeth olsen
y/ns age 16
tw almost kinda rape

warning this barely makes sense

y/n pov
i heard elizabeth olsen doesn't like kids or teens for that matter but i didn't think it was this bad.

the actress sends me looks of distaste? every time i pass her. we never talk unless we have to during or about a scene. i moved across the world for this movie and it would be nice to have someone i can talk to.

chris evans is in this movie as well he's like a moderater. we get along really well and him and elizabeth are close friends but when the 3 of us are together it's so awkward. doesn't help we play a family.

i finished work at 17pm and went out to get myself some dinner. it was nothing fancy just spaghetti from some small italian restraunt. but i sweared by it the food here is therapy.

"well aren't you pretty little thing" some southern sounding man said above me. i looked up from the book i was reading to see he had sat down at the chair opposite me. "what's your name pretty lady"

i twirled my pasta around the fork taking another mouthful. when i don't answer him he snatches the book from my grasp.
that pisses me off.

"what do you want from me" i said grabbing the book back.

"you" he said lowly. instantly i got what he meant and looked around for anyone that could help.
i was about to start screaming when his hand clasped over my mouth and he pulled me from my seat.

i fought against him as hard as i could but nothing was doing anything. the grip he had on me was agonising.

"make this easy for me and maybe you'll make it out alive" he said not playing around. hot tears ran down my face as we were on a quiet road and no cars that passed we're stopping.

i was squirming so he slammed me by the throat into a brick wall. he yelled at me for being difficult and griped my legs with such force it felt like his fingers were going to pierce my skin.

i bit his hand hard enough for him to remove it and started screaming. luckily for me the chef came out from the restaurant screaming something half in italian half in english. the guy screamed back at him before giving up and throwing me to the road. i landed awkwardly on a step feeling like i broke my leg.

the guy took me back into his restaurant. i was familiar with him from coming to this restaurant for a month.

he brought out a thick blanket and gave it to me as he brought out some fresh pasta after a waiter had taken mine.

"do you need me to call anyone kid?" he asked kindly. i shook my head with a small smile. i didn't want to stand from the pain. my thigh was throbbing from pain. stupid concrete stair.

once i finished the pasta and he had closed his restaurant i started the agonising walk back to set stressed about what could have happened as my mind went crazy with possibilities

i started to cry again from pain or feelings i wasn't sure.

it felt like an eternity until i reached a familiar scene. it was a brick paved road for bikes and pedestrians only with a view of the river infront. it was blocked during the day for our filming but right now it was all open.

i stumbled my way back to set finding out on the little monitor gate release thing it was 10:53

i'm sure i looked horrible from the crying and i was glad not one was around. until i saw elizabeth. she was walking back to her own trailer when her eyes blew up in emotion.

without a second thought she ran to me as i was just about collapsing on the ground again. she wrapped an arm under my back and around the back of my knees picking me up easily and not questioning anything. i let her carry me my legs simply not stop enough for me to walk anymore.

she went to my trailer and opened the door i sat on the couch and watched through blurry vision as she turned on the light.

"y/n look at me. what happened why are you crying" she was at a loss for words as she grabbed either side of my face. my head falls to the side leaning into one of her hands. tears flooded my eyes again as i was soon crying infront of her.

i wanted to stop with everything in me but my body wouldn't let me. if she didn't look down at me before she definitely would after seeing me break like this.

"i'm sorry for annoying you i'm sorry for bothering you, sorry" i said not wanting to face this embarrassment tomorrow. i couldn't stand up. 

she didn't say anything. instead she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. like a proper warm hug. i melted into her arms crying once again.
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i no longer was spiralling about possibilities of what could happen instead of that the only thing i could focus on is why lizzie helped.

"why do you hate me then do all this" i asked genuinely curious. i watched as her face contorted into another look.

"i don't hate you" she seemed shocked i thought so and i was shocked she didn't think so.

"you never speak to me unless we're doing a scene we never joke we never do anything" i shrugged "i just figured from the looks that you hated me for some reason" she seemed disappointed?

"i'm sorry i came off that way it wasn't my intention" she said "i know people say i hâte kids but i really don't, i just i don't know what or how to act" she jumped over sentences. "teenagers kind of scare me. i'm sorry" 

"do i scare you?" i said not believing it and kind of amused.

"your such a tallented actress i couldn't have done half the stuff you do at your age, i want to be more like you" this was insane to be hearing from elizabeth olsen. "so yes i am kind of intimidated"

we joked for the rest of the night and i forgot about everything that happened earlier. "i'm glad we got passed that" lizzie said as we shared a blanket for a movie.