Runaway Dad~ Mike Fuentes and Tony Perry Fanfiction

Chap. Nine

Ronnie's POV

As I put on Zeke's pajama's I can't help but think of earlier today.

At the BBQ

"All right Smurf, I surrender." Yes, I win. I smashed Tony with at least five water balloons. It was Vic's fault, he dared me to do it. If I didn't I know my uncle he'd shave my eyebrow half off....again! So maybe I may have smashed Tone with one once but he shouldn't have chased me, he wouldn't have got hit so many times if he didn't. He so's stubborn, but I can't help but feel something for that dang Storm Trooper. He reminds me of home surprisingly. I've never felt this safe with a guy since before Jack entered my life. Tony makes me feel like I'm not broken. Like I'm beautiful.

I jump down from my old tree house and make my way towards him. He smiles and I can't help the massive grin that takes over my face. He's too sweet for his own good. I run to get closer to him and instantly walk into his warm embrace. He instantly wraps his strong arms around me and I can't help but pull him closer. I cuddle into his chest, this is a perfect moment.

That was a perfect moment. Key word WAS, until the wonderful Antonio Perry decided to smash a freezing cold water balloon against my back. I can't help but gasp when the icy water runs down my back. I look up at the beautiful man's face and glare at him.

"You tricked me." I don't care how childish it is, I stick my tongue out at him and act like I'm going to walk away. I feel his arms tighten around me as I do so, honestly it's the best feeling in the world. He pulls me tighter against him and I can't help but let a smile form on my lips. It's just do easy to do when he's around.

"Come on Smurf, you know you aren't mad," he says. I turn around in his arms and smile, right before wrapping my arms around his neck. I surprise not only him, but myself. I instantly reach up on my toes, and kiss him.

Suddenly a thousand sparks shoot throughout my body. Shocks fly in every direction and I swear it feels like I'm flying. I feel his arms pull me closer if that's even possible and I instantly twine my fingers in his long brown hair. We don't part for a while, basking in the moment of passion. When we finally separate we don't say anything. He rests his forehead on mine and takes my soft small hands into his rough large ones. He stares at me, his dark eyes reaching right through me. I instantly see all the pain he's gone through, I can't help but feel my heart clench. I vow right now, that no matter what, I'll try to bring the light back into his beautiful brown eyes. Whatever it takes.

A smile instantly take place on my face thinking about the kiss. Tony is truly amazing. He hasn't said one bad thing about me having a son. I've been there and done that with guys from my school, they're fine dating you until they find out you've had a kid. Even though it wasn't my choice to even have sex, I'm still a slut and tramp for not being able to kill an innocent baby that couldn't chose who it's parents were or how it was made. I hate when people just assume that it was my fault for getting pregnant at a young age. Tony is the only guy that's never shied away from me because I have a child. He's mature. I real man, one who I already know would treat my son right.

Suddenly not being able to sleep, I grab the baby monitor and kiss Zeke's head before making my way downstairs. When I get downstairs I go to the kitchen and look around for the one thing I know Mike is sure to have, hot chocolate powder. When I was younger, whenever I couldn't sleep Mike would take me downstairs, make me hot chocolate, then we'd cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie until we were both too tired to stay awake. I remember those times, back when everything was good. Before the drugs and alcohol, when Mike was a real Dad.

The night he left still haunts me to this day. The way he stared at me is branded into my mind. The way he put his hands on my mother and I. I can't even describe how it felt. I can't help but flinch every time he comes near me. I know he's sorry but it doesn't change the fact that it happened. Now I have a child of my own to look after, how am I supposed to raise him in an envious that's unstable like this. I've wished on many occasions that Mike never joined Pierce the Veil. If he hadn't joined the band, he would've never taken the drugs and hurt me and Mom. On the other hand, even though it scarred me and it ruined a lot for me when it happened, I can't regret him leaving because now I have Zeke in my life.

I hear footsteps coming, I turn around. My instincts are telling me to flee and run. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I see Mike. He looks surprised to see me in here, the chuckles.

"Can't sleep?" He asks, I nod my head and look at the floor. I know I hugged him today, but I still can't help but feel scared around him. He maneuvers his way throughout the kitchen and finds what I've been looking for. He smiles as he hands me the packet, I nod and just turn away. I pour the pack and put the cup on cup in the microwave. I hear a sigh escape his lips before he starts again. "Are you ever going to forgive me?"

That was a good question, would I? Am I ever going to be able to move on from all the trouble he's caused me in the five years. I sighed and felt my lip trembled. "I don't know Mike."

"I'm trying to make up for what I've-" I cut him off immediately.

"You can't make up for hurting me and Mom! You can't make up for abandoning me when I needed you most! I wrote you letters, and called, I tried everything to contact you the first three years after you left! You didn't give me the time of day, so why should I even consider forgiving you!" I hissed through my teeth. I saw the color drain from his face and I know that it hit him hard. I push away the guilt, tears threaten to pour out of my eyes as we stare at each other. Suddenly I'm pulled from the moment by the microwave going off, I can't help but jump. My eyes race to the floor as I turn to get the cup out.

"Please don't hate me baby girl." He says, I turn around. I don't hate him, he's my father no matter what. I can't but be furious, he hurt me so bad. He was a great dad before, but now all I can see is the look he gave me the night he left. "Please Ron, you're my only daughter. Whether or not you like it, you'll always be apart of me and I you."

"How would you react if you were in my shoes?" I ask, looking at him, I see how broken he is. We're one in the same.

"I wouldn't hate my father, but I'd be cautious." He says looking at me truthfully. I sigh, I set my mug down and lean against the counter. Can I forgive him?

I look at my father, the man who shares half my DNA. I sigh, I walk over to him and stand in front him. I look into the eyes that replicate my own, and wrap my arms around him. In this moment, I'm Veronica Fuentes, Michael Fuentes' daughter.