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Lacy

I felt his hand move to caress my face, but I couldn't. I'm so young and it was all over powering. It brought back memories of Him. He was evil. He always wanted what He couldn't have and it eventually drove Him over the edge. I always blamed myself for it. I just didn't want Him. How could I want Him? To me it was wrong, to everyone it was wrong what He did. He was always an important figure to me. He was a role model of mine. Until He hit the bottle. I don't know what possessed Him. Probably the spirits, and not the ghostly kind. Its one of the reasons I've always been so careful with who I trust. With my virtue. 

I shook my head and leaned away from Ace's touch, finally gathering enough strength to push him off me. I stepped aside and moved so I was leaning against the wall. Ace seemed shocked by my sudden movements but didn't say anything, just stood there. I kind of felt bad.

"Why did you lean away?" He asked me in a deep voice, his ego clearly bruised. I didn't look at him, let alone answer him.
"I asked you a question didn't I?" He pushed, not accepting my silence.

"You smell of whiskey." Is all I could think to say. Such a dumb excuse.

"So I didn't come on to strong then?" he asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

No, no he didn't! It's normal to corner someone into your office and claim them after knowing them for less than a week!

"Yeah, kind of, but it doesn't matter. It all just brought back... Memories." I said, subconsciously tracing a scar on my arm.

"What's that?" he barked as he stepped towards me, taking my arm in his rough, calloused hands.

I shivered at the touch as he moved his hand up my arm. Ace's hand lightly grazed the large scar and that was enough to snap me out of my trance.

I tried to snatch my arm back but his grip only tightened. I let out a quiet whimper as his finger traced the scar and his eyes zeroed in on it.

Ace moved his hand back down to mine and pulled me into his chest. Casing me in his aftershave scent. His arms rapped around my waist and his head was rested on top of mine.

I felt tears well in my eyes as I remembered the days I would come home from school and mom wouldn't be home. How he would peg bottle after bottle at me, or kick and slap me.

I didn't realise I was full on crying until I moved my head back and saw the wet patches on Ace's shirt.

"I'm sorry." I whispered out, my voice husky from crying.

"Don't apologise mi amor. This is a new side to you, and I intend to welcome it with open arms." he spoke softly as he smoothed my hair down and kissed my head.

I let out a soft chuckle before looking down.

"You don't have to baby me. You can just tell me what you really think. You probably think I'm some stupid little girl who cries at nothing." I shook my head at myself fiddling with my fingers.

"You want to know what I truly think?" he began.

Here it comes, I knew it.

"I think your a girl who held it all in for to long and it all became to much for you. Now tell me, mi amore, how long had it been since you last cried before that?" he asked placing his hands on my waist.

"Three years." I replied, my voice wavering a little.

"See? It is not good to keep all our emotions hidden forever, or else that happens. One memory can send you into a downwards spiral." he assured me.

Ace gave me the impression he was speaking from experience, and I intended to find out if he was.

"You seem so sure of it all Ace... When was the last time you cried?" I asked him in a soft voice, reaching up and placing my hand on the side of his face.

He stiffened under my touch at first but soon relaxed.

"A few months back actually." he said as he moved his face even more into my small palm.

"What was the cause?" I whispered, staring into his now dark eyes.

"I never dealt with the passing of my mother and father and it ate my alive until I broke down. Why were you crying?" he spoke so softly that he almost appeared broken.

I cleared my throat and stared back up into his broken concerned eyes.

"My father was abusive to me. Only me. He drank lots and my mom was barely home because she had to look after business. No one but me knows and I guess you do now as well." I explained, looking away from him at the end, not wanting him to see my teary eyes.

I felt fingers at my chin and I was turned back to look onto Ace's sad yet angry eyes.

"Don't give me that look." I said straightening myself.

"What?" he asked.

"The look of pity. It's not fair. I don't need peoples pity to feel better." I spat back.

"I'm not giving you pity I'm thinking of ways to hurt the b*st*rd that hurt what was mine." he barked back at me, tightening his hold on my waist.

"You can't." I said shaking my head.

"Why?" he seethed back.

I let out a dark chuckle before looking at his confused face.

"He's already six feet under Ace and even if he was still alive. He will always be my father. I loved one version of him and always will, just not what he became." I said to him.

He shook his head.

"How are you so mature for your age?" he asked.

"When you grow up around what I have, your brain ages twice as fast as you." I smiled up at him.

And for the first time ever.

He smiled back.

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