To Love Preciado

These last few weeks have been really hard. Obviously it takes time for someone to get over their mother, but when that person is forced to think about her all the time it's even harder to move on. I would like to move on from her death, but lately I've had so many people giving me their condolences, I've had reporters on my ass, and worst of all: court dates.

A week after the incident Jaime decided to go behind my back and slip some information to the police. When I say some information, I mean everything he fucking knew. He told the police about how my father was an alcoholic, how he abused my mother and I for years, the time he was in my closet listening to everything, and how he knew it had been my father that killed her. My father was arrested soon after police received this information and days later we all had to go to court.

Having to go to court for a couple weeks was stressful and painful. As I would tell the judge about my side of the story, I would glance over at my father to find him giving me the death-stare. Having to tell a room full of people the awful things he would do to me was not fun, especially when that man was sitting directly in front of me the entire time. But thank God that's all over now.

Just a couple days ago my father's case was released to the public and he had been given his sentence. He was charged for several things including second degree murder, domestic violence, child abuse, perjury, and even drug trafficking. Apparently police searched the house and found an abundance of money along with several pounds of heroin. That's not surprising. Anyways, with each charge, he has been sentenced to life in prison with a chance of parol. It looks like I will be out of harm's way.

At first I was furious with Jaime. After all, he betrayed me. He went to the police without me knowing, but now I understand why he had to do it. He's just trying to protect me and I can't be mad at him for that. Jaime knew that if my father were to go to prison he wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore. Or could he?

My father will never be able to touch me again, so why am I still scared? Why am I still angry and worried and stressed? He's gone, out of my life, but for some reason I still feel as if he will find a way to get his revenge.

For now I need to stop worrying. I cannot live the rest of my life in fear. I cannot spend another day anticipating the fury of my father. If one day he finds a way to destroy me, so be it. If that day shall ever come, it will come with reason. Perhaps it will be my time to leave this world or maybe it will happen in order to make me stronger. Until then, I shall live with no worries, no stress. I have to absorb the fact that he is locked up and I can now proceed with my own life.

With my mother dead and my father behind bars, new doors have opened for me. I can now live a normal life with the one I love. I may continue on, safely, with the man I love most in this world. I am able to plant the seed of our future without any interruption and grow forever with my love.

I can finally live the rest of my life happily with the one and only, Jaime Preciado.

Notes

Don't worry, this is NOT the last chapter! I have several more drama-infested chapters in mind. Hopefully there will be no broken hearts out there as I finish up the story. I hope y'all are enjoying my story, give me some feed back please! Love you guys!