Holding Onto You

Ch. 19

Demi's pov

"The room isn't clean, why did you let her leave?" Wilmer asks entering the bedroom.

"I didn't double check. She claimed all she had was 3 water bottles in her room and I watched her bring those down. I figured if it wasn't, you could address it. I seem to get no where when I talk to them. Maya is punished. I took her keys and she's not to be on the xbox which I turned wifi off to ensure she wouldn't be. If you feel Ava need's to be punished, you can do it." I say not looking up from my phone.

He takes his jacket off, "Have you seen her room?" He asks.

"I have not."

"Ok, well can you go look at it and give your opinion on what we need to do?" He asks.

"No, you can handle it. I'm choosing to let you handle it. I've already sided with you and let her know that." I say.

He lets out a sigh of frustration, "I don't understand why it was so hard for her to clean the damn room before she left. I didn't ask her to get the moon."

"Not sure."

"Why is Maya punished?" He asks walking towards the bathroom.

I look up my phone, "For her attitude and wanting to be smart with me."

He turns his head, "What did she say?"

"When Ava used the defense that our room was messier than hers and pointed out everything we needed to clean in ours, Maya reminded her to mention our bathroom. When I told Maya she wasn't leaving the bar until she ate, she got smart with me and told me she did eat and used subtraction to tell me that she did eat. Then wanted to know if I needed her to go slower because she knows math isn't my strong suit along with grammar. At that point I punished her. I didn't realize what Ava said to me before she supposedly cleaned her room until Milo told me which was 'I remember thinking, I'm about to beat this bitch up'. I told her to loose the attitude as she walked out the front door and said I gave it to her. So I figured you could handle it once you got home because I gave up." I say.

"Alright, once she gets home I'll be sure to handle it." He says.

I look back down at my phone as he closes the bathroom door. I hear small foot steps and I turn my head to watch Bella run into the bedroom.

"Hi baby girl, I haven't seen you all day." I say.

She holds her arms up and I lift her onto the bed and she gets beside me in the middle, "I colored with MayMay." She says.

"Did you? Where's your pretty pictures? Can I see them?" I ask.

"They are in Ava's room." She says.

I decide to not question it and just nod, "What else did you do?" I ask.

"I took a nap with MayMay."

"Did you have a good little nap?" I ask and she nods.

"That's good." I say putting her hair behind her ear.

"Where's Papá? I heard the garage momma." She says.

I smile at her, "So that's why you're in here?" I tease.

She gives me a small giggle, "No."

"I think it is." I say.

She crawls into my lap and gives me a hug, "I love you momma."

I chuckle, "He's taking a shower my sweet girl."

"Ohhhh."

I watch her thumb go into her mouth and I gently rub her back. I know Wilmer and I need to start encouraging her to stop sucking her thumb soon, but it's hard to do that when she does do it when she gets anxious and it's one way we know her anxiety is beginning to effect her a large amount.

I sit with Bella in my lap and watch Wilmer walk out of the bathroom just as I hear the front door slam shut, "You've got to be joking right now." He says storming out of the bedroom.

"Ava!" He yells.

"FUCK OFF!" She screams.

I hear Bella whimper in my lap and I look down at her, "It's ok angel, no one's going to hurt you and no one else is going to get hurt. I promise. Ava's just a bit upset." I say.

She begins to get antsy in my lap and I get out of bed and carry her with me outside. I close the door behind me and walk to the swing set with her. It'll probably be best to keep her outside because I have a feeling that things inside are about to only spiral out of control. I haven't exactly heard Ava scream fuck off to me or her dad before so I don't know what's going on, but it's about to get really out of control.

Ava's pov

I run upstairs with my tears still flowing and I hear my dad right behind me. I bolt to my room and try and lock it, but I don't get there soon enough and with him being much stronger than I am it's a fight that doesn't last long. I try my hardest to get the door closed long enough to lock it, but he forces it open and walks in despite my efforts.

"Don't you dare tell me to fuck off." He says with venom.

It only adds to my anger. I'm so angry I feel my heart racing and my chest aching. The urge to punch him is strong and it's taking every ounce of self control not to. My body feels on fire and the adrenaline is coursing though every inch of my body with fury.

"GET OUT!" I scream.

"I asked you to clean the damn room before you left Ava!" He yells.

"IT'S MY FUCKING ROOM! WHO THE FUCK CARES! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

He steps closer to me and I back away before I feel something ripped out of my hands. I look at his hand to see my car keys in them. I reach an all new level of anger and before I can process what I'm doing, I turn to my bedroom walk and punch it.

I feel pain in my hand as I pull my hand from my wall and watch the sheetrock crumble as I do so. The hole in the wall makes me slowly process what I've done, but not an ounce of my anger disipates.

"AVA!" He screams.

Hearing him get angry only leads to my anger increasing and I pick up my tv remote and throw it into my tv which causes it to shatter the screen completely. I turn around to see my father in absolute sheer shock.

"Move." I growl.

He remains standing in front of my bedroom door causing me to only become angrier, "I SAID MOVE YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I scream.

He moves slightly over and I squeeze past him and shove him into the door frame before running downstairs. I hear him running after me but I'm out the front door before he even has a chance to stop me. Knowing if I stop to think about where to run, he'll have me back inside, I don't stop running. I have not a clue in the world where I'm running and am aware i'm doing it on sheer impulse, but I need space. I need to think. I need air. I need to be left alone.

I run until my lungs hurt, my legs ache, and the pain in my wrist causes me to stop. I pull my phone from my pocket and go to my contacts and call Kaycee. The only friend I know to.

"Heyo." She chirps.

"I need you to pick me up." I say.

"Damn your out of breath, what did you do? Just finish running a marathon?" She asks.

"Just pick me up." I say.

"I will, where are you?"

"I don't even know."

"Send me your location." She says.

I hang up and go to messages and do just that as I take a few deep breaths. What the absolute hell is going on with me? I get angry all the time, I know that. But never, and I do mean never, have I ever yelled at my parents. This is so out of character for me. I don't even know what is happening anymore. What the fuck just happened?