Maybe You Can't Handle Yourself. (Jaime Preciado FanFic)

Chapter One

I quickly run to my room, slamming the door and locking it.

I hear my dad's shouts echoing down the turns of the hallway.

Running to my closet, I grab a bag and frantically shove the clothes I have inside.

Moments later I hear him twisting and turning the door nob angerly. I quickly thank god he finally gave me that lock back.

As more shouts and curses leak through the door, I flinch as every bang and curse comes from his fists and mouth.

He used to never drink or cuss like this...

"Acacia!" I hear him shout through the door, "open this... open this door right now!" I hear him stutter as his words slure together drunkenly.

Oh crap... he's definetly strong enough to knock that door down.

Hearing a large slam, I turn to look at him, flinching at how angry and sad he looks, while he sways drunkenly, spilling beer all over the carpet.

The smell of alcohol begins burning my nostrils and eyes, making me more sure I should go.

I look down at the scars I made on myself because of him. He doesn't have a job, so I work, but he spends all my extra money on alcohol, then makes me clean up all his empty bottles.

My father, Evan's, eyes flash down at my bag, then back up at me. Moments later, he begins charging at me and connects his large fist to my face painfully. That was the first time he hit me.

"D-dad!?!?" I cry, holding my now swelling cheek.

As if suddenly sober, I see shock, regret, guilt, and remorse flash across his face.

"Honey! Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" He reaches towards me but I fearfully flinch away from his touch.

"I'm... I...." I stuttered out, unsure about what to say.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I dash around him and over my bed, quickly jumping out my window. I look back at him, the sober regretful look on his face now replace with rage.

I run around the house, and quickly hop into my car. I push the key into the starter thingy, and look up. Evan is opening the front door and moments later is dizzly but fastly running at me.

Crap! Crap! Crap! The car isn't turning on so I lock the door.

In seconds he's at the the door trying to pull it open. In one swift motion, he rips the door off completely.

In fear, I crawl to the passenger seat, pressing my back up against the door, shaking at the thought of what could happen.

Seeing him lift his fist, I close my eyes and prepare as much as I can for the worst beating of my life, trying to remember when things were better.

*Flashback*

I watch mommy and daddy talk while seven-year-old me is suppose to be in bed.

"Mooooom?" I question to make presence known.

My mother, Clara, jumps, a bit startled,then turns to look at me.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Umm... I woke up and I'm really thirsty... could you please get me a glass of ice water?"

"Of course, sweetie!" before she can stand, dad puts a hand in front of her.

"I'll get it, honey." He stands up and walks to the fridge, pulling out a jug of water, then opens the freezer and pulls out an ice cube tray, putting three cubes of ice inside my sippie cup, then cascading the water over them making the ice pop.

"I like when they making the crackling sound." I say to him. He pops the lid on and hands the cup to me and I wrap my tiny fingers around the handle. "Thank you, Papa!" I say, then take a sip from the cup.

"You're welcome, sweetie pie," he says, kissing my forehead. I giggle and hug him.

"Love you momma, love you papa."

"I love you to, Acacia!" They say together in unison. I happily trot back to my room.

*Flashback Over*

Knowing I probably can't walk, he picks me up and carries me to my bed, muttering cuss words about me.

I lay down, curling myself into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep...