Stubborn Love || Yuri Plisetsky x reader

Chapter 02 | Russia, Is This Real?

"Excuse me passengers, hope you enjoyed your flight and your stay in Russia. You may now exist" The flight attendant announced.

"You excited (Y/N)?" My father asked with a grin and all I could do is nod in excitement. I didn't care that my mother was laughing at how I was acting. Once all the other passengers ahead had exited my family and I stood up and took our turn in existing.

The whole 'waiting in line for my luggage thing' was probably the most boring thing in my life and I took a small cat nap in the chair waiting for my parents to come back. It was around six in the morning when my parents finally came back with the luggage in hand.

"Your grandparents are on there way as We speak" my father said in a strange nervous happy tone. I mean I guess he hasn't seen them in so long so who knows what they're like. I haven't even met them. What if they were weird? Or what if they were really rude and mean? I couldn't take any more of that. I hoped that wasn't at all the case. I just hope they accepted me, unlike most of the people I knew. God, why couldn't you of made me more attractive? Or maybe even a little bit normal? However my thoughts were cut off by a tap on our shoulder by my mother.

"This must be (Y/N)!" the older women that just let go of my father from a hug smiled. " I've been waiting seventeen years to meet you, aren't you just lovely" her voice squeaked as she pulled me into a hug and all I could do was smile and hug back.

"Yes I am (Y/N), it's so nice to meet you. I'm surprised you speak english" I said a little confused even though the Russian accent was thick.

"Well, I was born in America, just like you were but I came back to where my family migrated from because Russia is where I'm from in heart, so I know both languages so I teach English to the Professional Figure Skaters for competition and such." She babbled on.

I couldn't believe her words, she worked with professional figure skaters?! Her heart was about to burst. "So, you know all the professional ice skaters? That's so cool! I wish I could meet them" I cooed loosing my sense.

"Sorry about her, she is a bit obsessed with ice skating" my mother chuckled.

My grandma just chuckled, " ah well I think I can arrange that possibly, lilia I'll talk to her. Well, I bet you all are in need of sleep" she contributed starting to walk leading them out, "also I need to talk to your parents alone when we get back to my home." She said nonchantly, taking out her keys unlocking a black van type of car and she also popped the trunk. After putting everything away, they drove off.

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We had made it to her home, it was actually really nice. She sent me up into a guest room so I could get organized while she talked to my parents alone. I mean, I wanted to ask what they were discussing but I didn't want to come off as nosy or anything.

Once everything was put away I laid down on the twin size bed, which probably hasn't been used in years, and looked up at the white blank walls. I let out a sigh, I still couldn't believe this was real, it was all so fast.

Before I had left, I couldn't hide from them. Them being my bullies, they were so rude and weren't afraid to hurt me. There words were so cruel. I tried to face the fact that I wasn't pretty nor was I skinny enough. I felt the heat flush to my cheeks as tears started rolling down my face. I was so happy to of left because maybe here, I could find something I was searching for. Acceptance.

I couldn't stop my tears, so I decided maybe a shower would keep my mind more at ease. I walked into the bathroom, finding the towels and other stuff needed before slipping off my shirt, revealing my scars. I tried not to look at them but I knew I couldn't. I slipped off the rest of my clothes and hopped into the hot shower washing away the tears, and relaxed a little bit.