I'm Your Father... (A Vic Fuentes Daughter Story)

'Cause I Would Rather End It All Tonight

~~ Sophia's POV ~~ 

I sat down on the couch, staring at the pictures on the wall. 

"Would you like some tea, Soph?" Jessica asked from the kitchen. 

"Tea would be nice," I say 

I hear her walk in the kitchen getting the stuff ready for tea as the water boils on the kettle on top of the stove, I scratch the scars on my wrist, there were just white lines that only I can see. If someone stared long enough they'd see them too.

I haven't self-harmed since dad took me in, but the thought of slicing my skin as the crimson blood slowly pours out onto my skin was sounding so good right about now. I shook my head hoping my thoughts would go away. I came to Jessica's because I needed a girl to talk to, a girl who would listen and well since she lived near the school I knew she would listen. 

She sits down beside me on the couch, setting down two mugs, a mug that said her name on it and one that had the Batman logo on it. I smiled as I grabbed the mug with the Batman logo on it, "That mug is yours, you know? I just kept forgetting to give it to you," She says with a smile.

"Thanks," I sip the hot tea as it burns my tongue, numbing my tongue as if it was numbing the words that were being placed in my head. 

"So, what's wrong? Why aren't you at school?" She looks at me with concern in her eyes. 

I look down at the coffee table as I place my mug on top, I look at her, "There is this girl at school." I start off, "Well yesterday was my first day as you know, and well, I kind of stood up to her and basically from what I hear no one can stand up to her without her causing a little trouble," She nods for me to continue.

"Well, since I stood up to her, after she tried to be my friend, in a rude way though, in which I thought it was pretty rude for her to say things about a girl who had cancer who was trying to be a friend who actually cared, so I stood up to her and told her to back off. Well, today, when I got to school people, were whispering in the hallways as I walked past them. I didn't think anything of it until I got to my locker." 

Tears started to form in my eyes as I continued, "She wrote some mean things on my locker, the whole school saw it and I hated the attention, Jessica! She then said that no one messes with her. So I tried to shrug it off, I grabbed my stuff from my locker and walked to my first period, then I couldn't stop thinking about it, these voices kept telling me it was true but I kept telling myself to not let it bother me, that it wasn't true. I ended up yelling 'stop' in class, everyone looked at me like I was a freak, that's when I walked out of class and I ran and I somehow ended up here," I wiped away the tears before they could escape the prison cells in my eyes. 

"Oh, sweetheart!" She hugs me tightly, "What did she write if I may ask?" 

I sniffle as I let go of the hug, she hands me a tissue, I blow my nose (ew! I know) and throw the tissue away in the trash can by the couch, "Um she wrote that I was a slut, a skank, a bitch, she also wrote for me to 'go to hell, loser' and 'fucking die already' and lastly but not least, 'worthless.' Which I have to say the last one tops the cake." 

"Sweetheart, bullying is a serious matter. If they are doing this to you, even if they are just starting to do this to you, you have to stop it before it gets out of hand. I am so glad you came to me for this but you need to tell your father." 

"No! Please, no! He is already busy as it is. I don't want to bother him with such foolish things. Can't you handle it?" I plead

She sighs, "I can but-" 

"Please, Jessica! I can't have him know this, it'll break his heart!" I've only been with him for two weeks I don't want him to think he can't handle a kid and give up on me, "Plus I have a friend at school. Like I finally made a friend at school, I have never made a friend before in my life." 

She looks at me with sad eyes, "Never?" 

I can trust her with my story, "My mother was a drug addict and so was her boyfriend, they were also alcoholics and very abusive towards me. We lived with their friends who helped with drug trafficking and all that sorts of stuff, it was like living in an asylum. My old doctor diagnosed me with depression so I had prescription pills but my mother would sell them as drugs, I began self-harming at age 12 which I haven't done since I lived with my dad," I rolled up my sleeves to show her the white lines that filled my arms, she let out a small gasp as she grabbed my arms, rubbing her thumb across each and every one. 

I looked up at her and saw tears forming in her eyes, "I became bulimic because kids at my old school were really mean to me and said horrible things to me, like the ones Tina wrote on my locker, but more hurtful. When I saw what Tina wrote it just brought back memories, horrible memories, memories I wish I could forget. I thought I was going to be done with bullying, but Tina proved me wrong. But there was Megan, I met her yesterday and she showed that she cared from the moment I met her like you did and the guys and the girls. Like you're crying as I tell you this, I never thought I'd have someone or people who'd care about me so much that by telling them my pathetic life story they would cry."

She engulfed me in a hug, "Honey, you are like a daughter to each and every one of us, seeing those scars," she sighs, "I am glad you have not done it since Vic got you, I want you to keep it that way, I know saying to stop won't help but you're not only hurting yourself; you're hurting the ones you love as well," She pulls away from the hug, putting her hands on my shoulders, "I love you, okay?" 

I nod, "I love you too, please don't tell my dad everything I told you. About my life and what happened today, Please?" 

She nods, "But we have to come up with something to tell him. In the meantime I will cover for you okay? You have to tell him sooner or later though, sweetheart." I nod, "You promise me you will? If I see that you are going down a dark path and you need help but you are too stubborn-" 

"You tell dad even if I get angry with you, you tell him," I say interrupting her, and she nods. 

"What about Jaime? I'm going to have to tell him, he's always at your dad's..." 

I sigh, "Okay but no one else, and Jaime better not tell anyone else." 

She nods, "I promise he won't," We pinky promise it and I hug her again. 

"Thank you, Jessica." 

"It is not a problem, sweetheart. I told you I am here for you if you need someone to talk to," I nod and smile, "So is that the girls name Tina?" 

I sigh, "Yeah, I don't know her last name though." 

"Well, the school probably called your father already, he's probably-" As if on cue her phone goes off, "It's him," she says looking at her screen, "What do you want me to tell him?" 

"Tell him that I started my period," She chuckles and answers the phone. 

"Hello? Oh hey, Vic!" she pauses, "Oh really? She just left the school without saying anything? Have I seen her? Yeah! She came by she is in the bathroom, she started her period," I smile, I have someone who actually cares for me now. 

EDITED!