𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

home is a person - four

a/n - please voteeee

after olivia stays silent as y/n thinks of how to start, y/n says, "my dad died two years ago." oh god. "and... my life was really good before that. i lived in new york, but he died from cardiac arrest," y/n says, "then my mom got a new boyfriend six months later. his name was ryan. he was nice at first. he moved in a few months later. i didn't really care about him, we never interacted. then him and my mom always went out to drink, came home drunk... they got addicted. ryan got abusive. not to my mom, but to me. he blamed everything on me. the mess in the house he made that i tried to clean it up, even though it would get trashed the hour after... my grades if i ever got a B, anything that would cause him to get angry, it was always my fault. he would constantly yell at me, and then he hit me one day."

olivia moves closer to y/n as y/n's voice starts to grow quieter. "i didn't believe it. i told my mom, my mom gaslit me and assured me it was probably an accident. it kept happening. i would go to school with bruised eyes, and more bruises on my body," y/n says, "every night i wished that my dad could just come back. i tried to fight back a few times. that just ended in more pain i could've ever imagined. one time, he choked me against the wall for getting his food a few minutes late. i couldn't do anything, his grip was that tight. he told me to 'get the fuck out of the house'. my mom saw, and told him to get off me. i thought she would finally believe me. ryan went into their room, and i looked at my mom. she turned back around to walk away. all i said was, 'please mom. leave him'. and she continued to walk. i couldn't take it anymore. i packed my duffel bag and my backpack, and left." olivia keeps her eyes on y/n. she was trying not to cry.

y/n takes a deep breath, playing with olivia's fingers, "i travelled to la, by myself. had nowhere to go, not much money. i enrolled to the school, and showered and brushed my teeth in public showers and bathrooms. during then, i met your mom when i asked her if she had any left over food. she gave me more than i ever asked for... you know the story from there." "y/n," olivia whispers, leaning over and giving y/n a tight hug.

y/n wraps her arms around olivia, sighing and closing her eyes at the relief to get it out. "i'm so sorry you went through that," olivia says. "it's okay. i don't know what would've happened if i hadn't gone into your mom's restaurant," y/n says, "but... i don't wanna think about it." "i'm glad you're here, y/n. and that we met," olivia says, "please don't feel bad about anything. you're family, y/n." y/n looks down as olivia looks up. they both look at each other. olivia learnt that y/n liked to keep eye contact with her. it was almost for comfort.

"you're safe, now, y/n," olivia whispers. "hope so," y/n whispers back. olivia smiles faintly, "don't worry, i'll keep you safe." "with your five-foot-four build?" y/n asks, making olivia laugh. "five-foot-five," olivia corrects, "and yes." "okay, tiny," y/n whispers. olivia smiles, "do you wanna just stay with me tonight?"

y/n and olivia get under her blankets. olivia wasn't as close to y/n, and y/n's hand wasn't on top of olivia's,  but she was still in the same bed as y/n. "did you have any friends in new york?" olivia asks her. "some," y/n says, "but i don't talk to them anymore. just wanted a fresh start." olivia hums, and they stay silent. neither of them tried to sleep, though.

"y/n... i'm glad that you walked into my mom's cafe," olivia says, "i'm glad i met you." "i'm glad i walked in, too," y/n says. "oh, also, my mom suggested i should get your number," olivia says. "that's a good idea," y/n says. olivia sits up, and y/n lets her arm lay away from her as she rubs her eyes. olivia sighs as she lays down, looking at what she was laying on- y/n's bicep. "sorry," y/n says, trying to take her arm away. "no, it's actually comfortable," olivia says, "are you comfortable? or do you want me to move?" "no, this is good," y/n says, olivia handing her phone to her.