Until The End

"He used me."

>>Lucy's POV<<

My mom was focused way more on the steadiness that she was holding her coffee cup than to what I was actually  saying.

"Mom, are you even listening?"

She glanced at me, taking a sip of her hot coffee. "Yes, of course."

I raised my eyebrows, smiled, and leaned my weight to one side of my body. "What was the last thing I said then?"

"Uh..." She thought, looking to the ceiling cluelessly. "You're thinking about college."

I giggled softly. "No! It was a good guess though."

She sat up and sat the mug of coffee on the table, looking at me. "I'm sorry. I just can't stop thinking about Mr Fitz."

"Oh god, don't tell me you're falling for him too." I peered over my shoulder and saw Mike limping back to his room holding a bag of chips.

I sighed and didn't say anything until he disappeared. "Why? I thought we had dealt with this."

Mom picked up her coffee cup again and took a sip. "The school haven't."

Sighing, I fell back into the brown armchair. "Maybe it's for the best, mom."

She raised her eyebrows, returning her cup to the table. "You need to tell me the truth, Lucy. Are you still seeing him?"

I thought for a while. I didn't know whether to lie or tell the truth. It's not like I had nothing to lose, of course I did. "No."

"Listen, no more harm can be done here, can it?" She sighed, clasping her hands together. "Is that the truth?"

"O-okay. Fine." I heard her sigh. "We're still together, but only because we really actually do love eachother."

"Some relationships aren't meant to last forever." She looked into my sad eyes. "Look at me and your father, we were married for seven years. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt thinking about him. But what he did to me was much worse than any pain I have ever experienced. I'm just protecting you."

I played with my fingers. "Ezra's not like that."

"People change, Lucy."

"No. People don't change. They grow, and they learn."

"Yes," she stood up. "And you'll learn over time that dating your English teacher isn't appropriate."

She walked over to the kitchen to sit her empty mug in the sink.

"Mom, can you just let me make my own mistakes?"

"I'm just looking out for you."

"Well, I have eyes of my own, thanks."

She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Whatever, fine. But don't come back to me when your heart has been broken into a million pieces because of him. It's always family over friends, no matter what."

"Right now, I'd pick anyone over family." I stood up with my bag. "Why would I pick you, when I have friends who accept my choices and listen to what I have to say?"

"I do listen. That's why I think you're doing the wrong thing here."

"Yeah, whatever." I walked to the door and began opening it.