Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

76. "oh and it's not good bye, its see ya later,"

*LANEY*

I looked up into the 'parents' that ever so lovingly kicked me with nothing to my name all over a choice I made... It was a stupid situation, but how it panned out was the real head-smacker.

They just stared at me as we waited for someone to speak first, trailing their gazes up and down... no doubt disapproving of probably the way i breathe.

Just because I didn't believe what they believed and chose a whole different career path than what they wanted for me... honestly i didn't mind being thrown out one bit. My dad was a drunken asshole who blames every thing that goes wrong in his own life on someone else, but never on himself. And my mom wasn't much better, going with whatever made her the most money and the people around her the most miserable.

They haven't changed a bit look-wise though. My dad was as tall as Dane, but big, like... that bounty hunter dude big.. And my mom was about equal height as her husband short dirty blond hair with that signature scowl on her face. I looked nothing like my parents.. Thank God.

~Flashback~

"No! You are going to U of NM and that i fucking final you stupid son of a bitch."

"I already turned in my acceptance letter to Intermont, I'm going." i stomped up the stairs, they have always said to follow my dreams and go for what i believe in, but now that I'm actually doing that? yeah, now I'm basically getting punished for following their advice. hypocritical right? "oh and by the way... I'm a girl dad, I'm not a son, but i am a bitch." i retorted, slamming the door to my room as hard as i could.

i wouldn't be fighting back like i was right now if Rylan, Kian and Jax were home... right now its just Dane and I with my dad... and Dane was just being quiet... he didn't want to get caught up in this and plus i told him to stay out of it. Good boy Dane.

this was my fight with my dad... not his.

i threw open my suitcase i had in my closet and started packing everything in sight.

"oh hell no, you aren't taking anything your mother and i spent our hard earned money on," he growled, flying into my room and dumping over my suitcase, scattering pretty much everything i owned onto the floor.

i pursed my lips and lunged at him and just as i suspected, he cowered back. That just made his already dark-with-power eyes, go 50 shades darker, "and how would you know what you had bought and what i had bought, huh? i don't think you have gotten me anything for my own personal well-being in the last 5 years 'dad' to be honest. Not even fucking birthday or Christmas presents!" i put air quotes when i said 'dad' only because he never acted very fatherly.

i honestly don't think we have said 'i love you' to each other in the last 8 years. i was the disappointment child starting at the age of 10.

"Don't you EVER use this kind of language against me Leighya-Ann..." He stepped forward and was going to push me back, but i stepped aside.

"Uh, no no. if you lay a hand anywhere on me, i will have no reservations or hesitation about calling CPS on you. i know how to make a bruise with eye shadow so easily you would be out of here before they say 'hi.' And all the evidence from when you beat me and Dane unconscious, yeah, remember that, 'Dad' " i smugly barked, sure i was being a bitch, but i never ever had the actual courage to stand up for myself until today. and let me tell you... it felt great. I stopped caring about pleasing him and my momster a few years ago but this was the final showdown.

"You don't have the guts." he growled, he knew he was in the wrong. he knew it and i could see it all over his face.

"wanna try?" i asked, stepping back towards my bed and crossed my arms.