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Lucy's Pov

An hour passes by and my mom comes knocking on my door asking if she can enter.

"Honey," She sighs, "What'd you mean earlier when you said if he'd lay a finger on you, you'd talk? What does that mean?"

God, no. I can't have this conversation right now. Me and my big fucking mouth just had to blurt that part out right in front of my mom.

I look down at my fingers, "It's nothing, mom. I didn't mean it."

"Those words must have came out with a good reason and I'm pretty sure there is one." Mother continues to pry, eyes scanning my face cautiously.

"It really isn't anything; it definitely isn't worth talking about much less worrying and/or stressing about it."

She smiles sadly. "I just wanted to be able to talk to you about this. You know? Just to make sure your okay outside.. and inside."

She's suspicious. I know her.

"I'm fine." I lie.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the truth, mom. But, rest assured that I will fucking regret it.