Picking Up The Pieces {COMPLETED} (A Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

If I Ever Catch The Ones Who Hurt You

If I Ever Catch The Ones Who Hurt You.

Holly's POV

"So this is where you went." The voice startled me as I turned around, the attention of the guys following mine as Ray smirked down at me. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of Vic, and the others seemed less than impressed with his appearance; couldn't we just go out for once without the drama? "Oh, you ran back to these, the ones from the cinema. Of course. You always were one to jump at attention" he continued. I had completely frozen up, no words would form, no retaliation, from me at least. "Why don't you just go, okay? Holly's safer with us than she ever was with you, and to be honest I don't like your attitude, so why don't you just, for lack of better words, fuck off" Mike said defensively as he stood up. Vic grabbed my hand and held it supportively, not averting his gaze from my father. "You know something, I don't quite like your tone. I am her father. You can't stop me from seeing her, and there is nothing stopping me from bringing her home. After all, we're family" he spat back, stepping forward. "There's us" Vic replied, joining his brother. It wasn't long until Jaime and Tony joined, pushing me behind the four of them. I knew I could count on them, but I couldn't let them get hurt because of me. "Guys, please, I can handle this" I muttered, but they didn't seem to listen. "You kids have no idea what you're doing. I can easily go and tell a member of staff that this bitch is my daughter, and there's nothing you could do to stop it" Ray continued, purposely trying to get under their skin, and I could see that it was working. "Do you know what? Fuck you! We're twice the family that you were for the many years that she was with you. You have no fucking right to talk to us about how you're her family, because you were never the father you should have been" Vic spat; this was the angriest I had ever seen him, and honestly it was rather intimidating. "Watch your fucking tongue. You guys clearly didn't take care of her, she came running back to us with no where to go, so think twice before you talk to me like you know best." With that Ray went to leave, and Mike, Tony and Jaime seemed to visibly relax; that was until Vic darted forward towards where my family had just left.

Vic's POV

I blocked out everything he said after assuming that we didn't take care of her; who the fuck did he think he was? We didn't look after her? He had abused her for years! We were the ones who took her in, we were the ones who loved her like she was part of our family; she is part of our family. Everything was red by this point, I didn't care what the consequences would be. I wanted him to feel how she must've felt, and I couldn't help myself. Before any of the guys could protest I lunged towards the door, following the small group before tackling Holly's father to the ground. "How fucking dare you!" I yelled as I brought my fist up to his jaw. He wouldn't get away with hurting her anymore, ever again. I threw another punch in before Mike was grabbing me, lifting me off of the bastard that didn't deserve to get away so lightly. "Mike, for fucks sake, let me go" I yelled, attempting to pull myself out of his grasp rather violently. The man, whose name I believed to be Ray, stood up, wiping away the blood that had slowly made its way from his nose. "You'd better watch your back. All of you" he spat, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment to see him limping. "Oh, and another thing. Hurry up and break her heart already. She's not worth it." That was the final straw. I somehow managed to get myself free from Mike and charged at him again, this time surprising him. He hit the floor hard and barely had any time to figure out what was happening before I was pinning him down, glaring at him with the biggest look of hatred ever. "She's worth more than a million of you, that's for fucking sure" I yelled, hitting at his chest. I was once again pulled off of him, but it wasn't Mike or any of the guys like it should have been. Instead I was taken over to a car, my hands held behind my back. "Sir, what is your name?" I was asked a whole bunch of questions but my body was coursing with adrenaline; I couldn't think straight. They proceeded to talk to Mike before I was being put in the back of a police car, watching as Holly's father was placed in another one. What the fuck have I done.