Coffee Shop | Elizabeth Olsen

22: Rings

She looked at me in shock but I didn't care. "I'm not a child anymore." "You're my child." "And I am grown. I run two businesses, I manage my time well, I have an apartment, I had a studio. I budget well. I pay for private school for Cassie. I have friends and a life and I'm doing great. I'm not a child... I don't need telling what to do or what feel." "Eleanor." "I'm going." "Where?" I didn't answer I just got up from the bed and dumped my computer in my bag before standing up straight and putting it on my shoulder. "Does Cassie know yet?" "No." "Okay, then she doesn't need to know I was here." "Where are you going?" "Call me when they're waking him up I want to be here." I leave the room and try and keep it together as I walked through the halls and out to the car park. I find Lizzie's car where I got out of it and climb in when she unlocked it. 

"Everything okay?" I try my hardest to hold it together, I bite my lip to try and distract from the tears. "Nell stop." I felt her pull my lip from my teeth. "You're bleeding." "I'm fine." "You're not and that's okay." I burst into tears at her words and I can't stop they just kept flowing and I didn't want them to. It's not like anything has happened. She pulled me to lean over to her chest and I try and concentrate on her heartbeat to calm myself down. "I'm here," She whispered as she ran her fingers through the lengths of my dirty hair. 

"You want to go home?" She asked when I finally got a grip. I nodded and leaned back in my chair. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I don't even know what I wasn't crying about. Was it because I was annoyed with my mum? Was it the lack of sleep? Was it the fact my brother looks so hurt and he's not responding to anything? Was I scared of losing him? Was it the fear of how Cassie will react? I don't know what it was but I needed to fix it before I started crying like that again.

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"ID please," Matty asked at the gates. "You know her by now," Lizzie says as I sighed getting out of the car to go to the back seat where I threw my bag. "Protocol." He shrugged. I handed him my ID. "Thanks." He says handing it back and signed me in. I got back in the car and we drove through the gates. "Sorry, Angel." "It's fine," I say understanding. I'm glad she lives in such a safe place. 

We got to her place and I carried my bag inside. "Was Cassie okay?" "I didn't see her. She doesn't know so there was no point in getting her to question why I was home." "Right." We went to her room and I put my stuff down before I could move she had wrapped me in her arms. "I'm okay, Lizzie." "I hate seeing you sad." "It was just shock." "That bad?" "Just never seen him quiet for that long." She chuckled with me. "I would have come in with you." "I needed to do it on myself. And I and mum argued and it was just a lot." "What did you argue about?" "Money." "What happened?" "I put Tony's rehab on my card and she didn't want me to do that. But he needs help and I'm not going to let him suffer." I explained and she nodded. "And I said I'm not a child I can do what I want and she seemed to disagree and it was just a whole thing and I left and probably made things worse because now I have to go find her before I go to bed and it's just so stupid." I throw my head back and look at the white ceiling above me to stop the tears. "I didn't fix things with Tony and now he's in the hospital and they're not 100% sure he's going to wake up. I can't. He can't die." "He's not going to, you Hasting are strong... He's got this." I nodded. "Call your mum. I'll make you something to eat." 

LIZZIE' POV

I've never seen her cry, I hated it. I hated seeing her like that and not knowing what to do or say was worse because I should be able to comfort her as fast as she comforts me. I left her alone to call her mum and I made her a nice healthy salad, she came down. "Sorted?" She nodded. "I'm really sorry about the crying." "Don't apologise. If I don't have to, you don't have to." She smiled at me. "I made you a salad," I tell her sliding the bowl to her. "Everything's from my garden," I say proud and she smiled at me before sitting on the island. "There are chairs you know." "I'm aware." She says picking up her bowl and tucking in. She swings her legs back and forth as she eats. "Good?" "So good, so fresh, the best." She praises between bites.