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she hates this. she really does. he shouldn't be having to deal with this. he has a great relationship with his family. she shouldn't be dragging him into her drama. but maybe it's nice that he's willing to- that he wants to. well- he doesn't want the drama at all- he's made it clear he hates how she's been treated throughout her childhood but... he wants to be a part of her life. for real. all of it- even the messy parts... that means a lot to someone whose been told people would only ever like the attractive parts of her. he'd practically dragged her away from the table after the comment her mother had dared make not only to her face but in front of him, in front of her father and step-mom... and the latter two had stayed silent but anthony had refused. she appreciated it. she rarely had the nerve to say what she felt. even now that she got out of that house... it still feels like she's that young girl sometimes when she's back in salt lake. and they wonder why she never wants to visit...
  â  i'm sorry.  â   she tells him as she settles into his lap in the backseat of the rented car.  â  you shouldn't have to defend me at my own mother's house. it's ridiculous.  â   tonight was supposed to be about him meeting her parents. it turned into just another night in a lot of ways she feels. her mother saying she'd missed having her home when they arrived felt like a slap in the face now, after everything the last few hours. what do you miss, having your daughter to berate?  â  i guess at least you missed the uh- boyfriend talk. the what are your intentions with my daughter thing and trying to intimidate you- all that stuff.  â   not that her dad's particularly intimidating... though she supposes perhaps he could be in his own sort of way. there's a reason her mother's the overbearing one though. a few moments pass, and she seems so much smaller than she usually is as she looks at him properly again.  â  do you wish we hadn't come?  â   it's obvious tonight's taken its toll.
anthony   was   so   protective   of   lily.   she   was   so   good,   such   a   sweet   girl,   and   he   loved   her   more   than   he   had   ever   loved   anyone   in   his   entire   life.   when   her   mother   had   started   in   on   her,   he'd   been   graced   with   a   tunnel   vision   so   strong   that   after   just   one   comment,   he   was   snapping   at   the   woman   and   dragging   his   girlfriend   out   of   the   house.   he   was   almost   certain   that   nobody   had   ever   stood   up   to   lily's   mother,   and   he   wasn't   going   to   stand   for   the   way   she   treated   lily.   his   lily.   his   precious   girl.   he'd   led   her   to   the   car,   but   he   wasn't   in   any   condition   to   be   driving   right   now   when   there   was   so   much   anger   and   adrenaline   rushing   through   his   veins,   so   he'd   asked   her   to   get   in   the   backseat   with   him,   and   now   she   was   resting   on   his   lap   where   she   belonged.  Â
â   i   think   i'd   much   rather   have   had   the   boyfriend   talk   than   having   to   see   you   treated   like   that,   my   love.   â   he   tells   her,   a   hand   in   her   hair   gently   combing   through   blonde   tresses,   being   as   comforting   as   he   could   be.   he   would   take   being   comfortable   while   they   interrogated   him   about   his   intentions   if   it   meant   she   wasn't   being   berated   for   no   reason.   â   no,   baby,   of   course   not.   you   want   to   make   an   effort   to   have   a   relationship   with   your   family,   i   get   that.   i'm   going   to   support   you   in   the   endeavor   however   i   can.   i'd   still   come   where   with   you   a   hundred   more   times.   as   long   as   i   can   be   here   to   make   you   feel   at   ease.   you're   what's   important   to   me,   lily.   â












