Do you know me? really know me? | Carlos sainz x reader

Should've

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/n POV:

"shit" i slowly turned around to be met with carlos's firm and stoic gaze, his hand held up the bottle of sleeping pills. I chuckled nervously as i winced at how cringe i felt at the moment.

What do i do

Without thinking i quickly darted towards the stairs, convincing myself i had a chance to make it but failed miserably when carlos strongly wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled me back. I cowered away from his stare while his hand gripped my forearm.

Man was i fucked right now. My eyes snapped back to his eyes when he spoke sternly.

"i thought it was clear you weren't allowed to go Y/n" his grip increased to emphasize his point my name came out like venom from his mouth "do you want me to lose my job?" he asked "is that what you want?"

Starting to feel uncomfortable under his gaze i tried miserably to release myself from his grip but that seemed to make him pull harder.

What the fuck is up with him. I glared back at him just as hard.

" you're hurting me" i looked back and forth between him and his hand "let. go".

But he seemed unwilling to let go. Never in his years of working for my dad had i seen him this mad and if i were honest, it scared me shitless.

"you just had to go and be stubborn" his accent grew stronger with every word.

"why are you so pressed, my dad's not even here NO ONE WOULD HAVE KNOWN IF YOU HAD JUST COME ALONG WITH ME" i screamed just as loud "yeah, i can be loud too" i spitted coldly straight at him.

His grip still not budging even when i was making it obvious for him to let go with all my groans and squirms. He pushed me back slightly, towering over me. Our chests almost touching it made my breath hitch in my throat. For the first time i felt genuinely scared knowing i had no control of the situation especially when carlos had quite the physique.
What a day to be a woman.

"my job is not only about keeping you safe, we all have a life to manage but i guess you wouldn't understand since you're a rich brat who can't grow up" his voice was lower and colder now.

"don't you DARE call me a brat!" this definitely triggered my temper.

"how can i not!? I don't want to lose my job especially because of your poor making of decisions" i scoffed, so offended by his remark and wanting nothing than to punch him in the face at the moment.

"oh, so wanting to go to a party with my best friend is now considered a "poor" and immature decision?!".

"OF COURSE IT IS " Carlos seemed adamant to not allow me to escape from his grasp just yet. He clearly wanted me to understand that i had to listen to him. The painful ache in my arm from his grip became unbearable and i cracked.

YOU KNOW NOTHING"i squared up all in his face and he huffed out, slamming me against the wall.

Flashback

"DAD STOP" i shouted through a mixture of tears and anger and fear. I ducked down quickly as another glass bottle of vodka crashed above my head and i slid down, crumbling myself between my knees.

"SHUT UP" his voice roared through the walls and my blurry vision was staring down at my shaking hands, unable to control the fear running through my blood.

I looked up and saw him charging maniacally towards me, almost i pictured him an inhumane monster running at me and at the moment i wanted the wall to open up and swallow me on the other side as i saw the red veins in his eyes pop and his face turning blue.

I couldn't even scream, i couldn't say anything, no words only thoughts. My hands fumbled to grab ahold of a glass piece, keeping my eyes on him.

When he stopped almost infront of me i screamed a blood curdling scream and raised the piece of glass but before i could pierce him he lifted me up and slammed me against the wall.

"i wish you went with your mother" his tone, his dark, menacing tone was ingraved rent free in my mind, I'll never forget, his crazy eyes and horrific voice ringing in my ears.

"CARLOS" i snapped out of my memories as tears began to brim my eyes, carlos quickly lifted his hand and let go, clearly noticing the pain he had caused me. His gaze softened in that moment as if he just snapped back to a completely different person. We both stood silent infront of eachother, nothing but our tense stare fueling the tension.

"I'm sorry i.... Didn't realize i was hurting you" he spoke gently, his hands shaking as he stepped back. he tried to take a step forward as if to provide me some sort of reassurance. As carlos reached his hands forward to assure me i quickly flinched a step back, fighting back my tears, my chest heavy and hazy images of my trauma. I held my arm, exhausted from this whole night and with a cold and aloof tone i told him.

"you know what, I'm tired" i avoided his eyes as much as i could when i walked past him, bumping into his shoulder while doing so and ran my way upstairs. What a fucking jerk.

As soon as i got to my room my tears came out like water falls and i walked over to my mirror, examining the now forming red hand print on my upper arm. I sighed shakily and fell backwards onto my bed comfort and as the tears stained my cheeks i grabbed my blanket blindly and covered myself up allowing the sadness to overcome and cried my heart out until i fell asleep. This is really not how i wanted my night to go.
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Carlos's POV:

i sighed defeatingly and sat on the front steps of the stairs as i rethought about everything that happened tonight. I rubbed my face, hoping to wipe away my exhaustion aswell.

"asshole" i mumbled at myself and slammed my hand over my head "you're a fucking asshole"

What the heck is going on, why did she zone out? Why was she so shook after i did what i shouldn't have done?
Maybe i shouldn't have overreacted, but the way she was holding back and shaking like a leaf, as if she was reliving a memory, she seemed so far gone but what was the reason? I knew her father was an ass but i just can't seem to hold back my curiosity as to what dark memories this family holds. But it's none of business, I'm keeping my job
I shouldn't interfere and i haven't been here more than a year.

"I'll figure this out somehow"

I stood up and made my way upstairs aswell, passing by her room, i looked at her door longingly, thinking twice about if I should knock and check up on her or not but the tired part of my brain protested against my decision and i continued towards my room.