Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

22| shooting rang

september 12th,

luca's pov |

the following monday, i had made the conscious decision i was going to tell ethan.

i knew it wasn't going to be easy, but, he deserves to know.

i had planned to tell him whenever i got the chance, but i didn't want to spring it on him either.

the thought of him knowing, he would probably want to keep an eye on me at all times. knowing she could be anywhere at any time.

but it would only add to the fire. i thought. him knowing, was like adding chains to an escape jacket that he would put on me in order to keep me safe.

i didn't want him to worry harder than he had to about me. i didn't need him to.

maybe it's best if he didn't know? if he just kept thinking about what dad said, when this wouldn't be an issue.

i sighed, blocking away my negative thoughts as i lifted myself from my bed.

the dark skies and stillness of the stars shinned into my room from the window, showing off all its little perks.

as i stared out into the bittersweet sky, a light knock on my bedroom door interrupted my star gazing.

"yeah?" i called out, turning my head while i stayed in my still position.

"can i come in?" dad said from behind the door.

"yeah," i started, walking towards my bed as i sat cris cross in my messy sheets.

he peeked his head in, then opened the door fully and stepped inside.

he was still in his uniform, which meant he had just gotten off work.

he rested on the foot of my bed, his hands in his lap as his left foot hung off the edge and his right slighly propping himself upright.

"so, what's up?" i asked, holding onto the hello kitty blanket that was next to me.

he sighed, scanning his eyes around my room.

"luca. . . your mom called, she wants to see you" he trailed off, looking up at me as i quickly stood up.

"no, absolutely not. i'm sorry dad, but i don't want to see her" i said, pacing my bedroom floor.

"luca, she's your mother. she has a right to see you" he calmly told me, watching as i paced.

"yeah, sure. she's my "mother" but that doesn't help the fact i do not want to see her." i defended.

"i understand that, but, you have to understand that she didn't have a choice"

"you're telling me she didn't have a choice to choose whatever the hell she is doing now for her family? is that it? because if it is, when you must be out of your goddamn mind." my breathing hitched, and so did my tone. as, i was close to yelling.

he didn't say anything, only looked to the floor while he sat motionless.

"i can't believe you're defending her. after all the shit she put you through" my voice broke, feeling the tears brew up into my eyes.