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Y/N POV

I was freaking out. What am I supposed to do? Should I go over there? My mom lives all the way across the country; in Rhode Island!

"Oh my god Mom are you okay? Did you tell the police?"

"I'm fine, just a cracked rib and a few stitches." I clenched my fists. "That's not FINE Mom! He put you in the fucking hospital!"

"Y/n, please calm down. I'm okay. He apologized, everything is fine."

"I'm going over there, and I'm going to beat his ass. You need to tell the police! This guy needs to go to jail!"

"Y/n, please. It's okay." I squeezed my eyes shut, a few tears falling. "How could he do this to you? You deserve to be treated like a queen Mom."

My Mom let out a watery chuckle, and I could tell she was holding back sobs. "I love you Y/n. I'm-I'll be okay."

"Mom please promise me you'll file a police report. You have to tell someone! Get a restraining order! He's been hitting you for years!"

"I have to go Y/n, David is here to take me home. I love you."

And then she was gone. She had hung up the call in panic, and I didn't even get a chance to say 'I love you too'.

I sat down in one of the chairs by the pool, my head in my hands. If I could, I would teleport straight to my Mom and murder David. How could scum like him even exist? My Mother is the sweetest, most selfless person on this earth, and she deserves the world.

I hadn't even realized I was sobbing until I felt Blake's comforting hand on my back. She sat down next to me and pulled me into her lap, wrapping her strong arms around me as I cried into her chest.

She didn't say anything, she just ran her fingers through my hair, helping me calm down. After a few more minutes, I had stopped sobbing, but I still felt horrible.

"What's wrong Baby?" Blake asked softley, rubbing my back. I had already told Blake about my Mother's situation, but it had been so long since I've heard from her, that I guess we both assumed that it had stopped.

"He hit her again B. She's in the hospital." Blake pulled me even closer to her, kissing my head. A new wave of sobs wracked my body.

"It's going to be okay Y/n. From everything you've told me about her, your Mom is a trooper. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Suddenly a thought struck me.

"I need to go to Rhode Island. I need to get a flight right now and get there as soon as possible."

Maybe I sounded crazy. Maybe my idea was totally unrealistic, but my Mom needed me and I'm no going to waste anymore time sitting me idly by while some asshole hurts her.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down Y/n. Rhode Island is really far away. And, assuming you can even get a flight, it'll take at least 12 hours to get there. Not to mention, we have a movie to finish filming. Look, I don't want you to think that I don't care, because that is not true at all, and if I could, I'd get us a flight right now and go with you, but you know we cannot do that."

As much as I hated it, I knew Blake was right. We had so much shit to do in the next few months, it just wouldn't work. Still though, I felt like shit. I felt guilty for allowing this to happen as long as it has.

Blake sighed. "Look, I know this is really difficult, and I'm so fucking sorry we can't be there for your Mom, but...Maybe we can help her. My cousin is the assistant Police chief in Newport. I know your Mom lives in Providence, but maybe there is something she can do. She owes me a favor anyway."

"You would do that for me?" I asked, so beyond thankful to be able to call this woman my girlfriend. "Of course, I'd do anything for the people I love."

My eyes widened, and Blake realized what she had said in the exact moment I had.

"You love me?" I asked slowly, trying to get over my shock while also holding back my grin.

Blake chuckled. "Of course I love you. How could I not? " The blonde said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and I couldn't stop my smile any longer.

"I love you too."