Getting through is getting done, and soon it will be going, going, gone, so to make it quicker i'm going to ditch the rest of the authors notes that i'm too lazy to write.

I looked up nervously as my mom walked into the room as soon as I'd ended the call, watching her as she came and sat next to me and began pushing my hair back behind my ears, I could tell that she too was nervous about talking to me, but her reasons were nothing short of worrying, wondering what had made me so upset that I left.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she finally asked, her eyes not leaving mine, "It could help,"

"I could deal with it mom," I answered, "I could deal with it until he forgot my GPA, I just snapped, it was easier when I thought he was sidelining me for my cousin, she had next to nothing and she needed something, but then he tells me that she's not my cousin..."

"Why would he tell you that?" she questioned, obviously confused, " honey he's probably just trying to lighten the mood,"

"No, mom," I refused, "he said... he said that..."

"What did he say?" she asked, now intrigued as she sensed my seriousness, "You're not going to be in trouble if you tell me, you know,"

"Mom," I began, feeling tears pricking in my eyes at the though of crushing her like this, "Mom, he said that Ellie... Mom he said that she's his, he said that it was a long time ago, but she knew, they both knew, mom, he lied to us, to Tyler, to everyone, mommy, i'm so sorry,"

I watched her as the information registered before she wrapped her arms around me, speaking only when I sent her a questioning look, "He admitted it to you?"

I nodded, shocked by her choice of words, words that suggested she had known all along.

"He said it, mom," I insisted, "he told me not to tell you,"

"I already suspected," she sighed in explanation, "the way he treats her, it's not like he's her uncle, I guess I just didn't want to deal with it,"

"What are we going to do?" I quizzed, as the second stray tear of the night fell down my cheek, "I don't know what to do,"

"I'm going to make him leave," Mom explained, "I'm going to make him leave, and take her with him, I know now, I know and now I can't live in the same house as him, you understand that, right?"

I nodded again as I began to cry harder, I'd known that her response would be something like that, but hearing it made everything harder to deal with.

I continued crying as she embraced me, repeating my father's earlier actions as she began playing with my hair lovingly, probably trying to calm me down at the same time.

After a few minutes she stood up, picking up my cell phone and handing it to me, "Call your brother and explain, i'm going to go and get rid of them,"

I nodded through my now softer tears, quickly dialling my brothers number as she left the room and headed downstairs.

"Baby sis," he greeted as he usually did after a few rings, sounding more carefree than ever, "Isn't it late there?"

"Yes," I sobbed in reply, still trying to control the tears that were consistently falling.

"Gabi, what's wrong?" he immediately asked, "Is everything ok at home? With that boyfriend of yours? Mom and dad? Ellie?"

"He lied," I stuttered, "Tyler, he... he... lied,"

"Gab, you're not making any sense," he explained, clearly worried, "You need to calm down, tell me what's wrong, who lied?"

"He...he..." I tried again, knowing it was pretty much useless when I was this worked up, "she... she's... he lied,"

"Who, Gabi?" Tyler quizzed desperately, "Who lied? I need you to calm down and talk to me,"

I shook violently as shouting erupted from downstairs, shouting that my brother obviously heard as he announced, "stay where you are, i'm catching the first flight home, ok? Everything will be ok,"

I squeezed my eyes shut as my brother hung up, the fighting downstairs continuing, I heard my cousin's bedroom door open, then footsteps on the stairs that made me jump off of my bed and crawl under it, cell phone in hand, but my bedroom door didn't open, the footsteps stopped down the hallway, obviously as they met my cousin.

Quickly I dialled the number I knew off by heart, holding the phone tightly to my ear as I held my breath, waiting for him to answer.

"You really don't want me to sleep, do you?" he joked as he greeted me, "Not that I mind, did you tell her?"

I sniffed, before answering, still trying to control my tears, "Yes,"

"Didn't go so well," he stated, "didn't think it would, do you want me to come over?"

"You're tired," I whispered, almost inaudibly, though I knew he'd hear me, "go to sleep,"

"I'm coming over," he decided, continuing before I protested, "don't bother trying to stop me, it won't work,"

"Ok," I mumbled, glancing nervously at the bottom of my bedroom door, the movements outside of it making me nervous.

"Good," he spoke, "i'm gonna leave now, i'm on my way ok, ten minutes tops, but i'm going to have to hang up the phone,"

"Ok," I repeated, responding to his words.

"You'll be ok?" he asked, "because if you don't want me to hang up, I won't,"

"You can't drive while using a cell phone," I reminded him, knowing that if I still put safety first then he wouldn't be as worried, "ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes," he agreed, "I love you,"

"I love you too," I smiled softly, "bye,"

"Bye," he answered, the short beep that followed marking the end of the call.

I curled up in a ball, watching my balcony doors from under my bed, not willing to go out into the rest of my room out of the fear that my father would come in, the fighting had subsided and the footsteps were no longer audible, but I hadn't heard them go down the steps and out of the house.

I turned, watching the main door of my room, listening to the sounds coming from below me, sighing slightly as the sound of retreating footsteps echoed through the floorboards.

I jumped slightly as I felt a presence behind me, rolling over again to come face to face with my boyfriend, whom was staring at me in clear amusement

"You know," he tried, "most people lay on the bed, not under it,"

I nodded, knowing that finding me there had mad him worry more, and that he was just attempting to lighten the mood.

"You coming out?" he questioned, his eyes not leaving mine.

I nodded again, not moving an inch.

"Come on," he coaxed, standing as I slowly crawled out to see him holding out a hand.

"I'm scared," I admitted, taking his hand and letting him pull me up, "What do I do? Tell me what to do,"

"Let me look after you," he stated, "that's all you need to do, just let me look after you, you and you're mom, if you don't want him near, I won't let him near,"

"You can't be there all the time," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me, "no one can be,"

"Want a bet?" he quizzed, "If I want to be here all the time, I will be, kind of like a stalker, only not as creepy,"

I smiled slightly at his still obvious attempts to cheer me up, I replaced the smile with a sigh as I sat down on my bed, unsurprised when he immediately sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder protectively.

"What if she takes him back?" I questioned, "she says she loves him, they're married, she could let him come back,"

"If she does, she's stupid," he evaluated, knowing immediately whom I was referring to, "and I'll take you away from it all, I promise, if it gets too tough, as soon as we finish high school, and before college, I'll take you away, just me and you,"

"You'd get the third degree from Tyler," I pointed out, knowing my older brother would be against the idea, "and he'd tell me that you're only after one thing,"

"Why would I be after one thing when it comes to you?" he asked, "Why one thing when you're all but the basis of my world,"

"I'm what?" I quizzed, knowing what he meant but wanting to hear it again.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my conclusion did I?" he replied, continuing as I shook my head, "Yesterday, I came to the conclusion that every single thing I do in my life must revolve around you,"

"Why?" I continued, wanting to keep the subject off of everything that was happening.

"Because you're perfect," he claimed, "and perfect people are rare, you're the only perfect person in existence,"

"Troy," I whined, " You're future's meant to be the most important thing right now, you should be thinking about that,"

"A." he began in response, "you're more interesting than thoughts of college, and B. You are my future, so I am thinking about it,"

"How can you be so sure of that?" I replied, watching him curiously, "You could meet someone in college,"

"I don't need to meet someone in college, "he stated, smiling at me, "I have you, I don't need more than that,"

I smiled in reply, me demeanour quickly changing as I jumped at the sound of footsteps on the stairs again.

We both turned quickly, his grip on me tightening as the footsteps stopped outside and the door slowly opened.

I sighed as my mother walked in, clearly not surprised to see my boyfriend there with me.

"They've gone," she told us, coming and sitting the other side of me, "honey, he said he still wants to see you, but they won't be coming back for a while at least,"

"I don't want to see him, mom," I informed her, "not him, not Ellie, ever, mom, I don't want to ever see them again,"

"You don't have too," Mom assured, "I'll keep them away, what did Tyler say?"

"I couldn't tell him," I admitted, looking up at her, "I was crying so hard, he said he's coming home,"

"He shouldn't do that," she sighed as a dropped my head on Troy's shoulder, "he should stay at college,"

"Mom, he's worried," I answered, "It's my fault he's coming home, I was crying too hard, he couldn't understand me and he got worried, I should have just kept quiet,"

"No," Both my mother and boyfriend insisted, before she continued, "You did the right thing, what your father did, no matter how long ago it was, it wasn't your fault, he put you in a difficult position by telling you, and I can't forgive him for that, i'm glad that you told me, it was the right choice, your brother will agree,"

"But he's flying home because I scared him so much," I continued to excuse, "If I hadn't have called him..."

"I would have and he'd have came anyway," Mom interrupted, "None of this is your fault, you didn't ask for any of this,"

"She's right, Gab," Troy put in, "this wasn't you, it was your dad, don't blame yourself for it,"

"We're going to be ok," Mom insisted, "The four of us,"

"Four of us?" I asked, confused by her comment.

"Me, You, Tyler," she told me, "and Troy, i'm guessing he's not planning on going anywhere,"

"Nope," he confirmed, tightening his grip around my shoulders, "You're stuck with me,"

Ok, the next Chapter is the LAST actual chapter, then there's the epilogue, then no more Getting Through, and I know I shouldn't say this but YAY, I had such bad writers block with this story, and I wasn't enjoying writing it, hence the huge gap between updates because I didn't want it to be completely suckish.

I'm not starting another story to replace it, because I have like, 5 others, and I have school (and Greys Anatomy), so it'd be a stupid idea.

Anyways, Review, I like them, they're my friends, they sing songs to me when I check my email, ok, that could be the music player on my phone but whatever, I need the drive to finish this story.