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

Pretty Little Lady With The Swollen Eyes

Title Credit: When You Can't Sleep At Night by Of Mice & Men 

~~ Jaime's POV ~~ 

I stared at Jessica as I tried to comprehend everything she just told me. I mean when a fan tells you their life story it's sad, I want to hug them and tell them it will be all, okay, sometimes I wish I could do more. But when it's super close to home, when it's someone who you consider as a niece even a daughter at times... it's hard. Hard to breathe in the gas fumes that once was a lovely perfume. 

I got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a shot glass and poured myself some whiskey. I don't want to get drunk and I don't intend to, I just drink when I try to comprehend something. I down the shot of whiskey. 

"Jaime, I know it's a lot to take in," I look at Jessica, fear in her eyes, I realized I haven't said anything. She probably thinks I'm angry. 

I kiss her, "It is a lot to take in," I say to her as I place my hand on her cheek. 

A tear falls down her cheek hitting my thumb, "Please, don't tell Vic. We need to help her, I know the right thing to do is to tell Vic but don't tell him. He'll react worse than you just did, We both know he will... All we can do at the moment is help Sophia with everything." 

I sigh and nod, "You never told me why she did come over here." 

She sighs as she sits on a stool next to the kitchen counter, "Some girl named Tina at her school wrote some nasty things on her locker, when she went to class her mind was believing everything she then yelled 'stop' in front of the whole class that's when she ran over here and told me everything." 

"And you took her back to school!?" 

"I had to! Vic begged me to take her back, he'd know if I didn't." 

I sigh and hugged her, "It's okay, I'll pick her up after school." 

"Well you better hurry because school ends in thirty minutes," She says looking at her watch. 

I nod, "I love you, Jessica and I want to thank you.. for being you and for everything you are doing for Vic and my friends," I kiss her one last time before I leave, I decide to walk so I can think about everything I am going to say to Sophia when I face her. Part of me wanted to just cry to the sky asking why, another part of me wanted to just hug her and let her sob into my chest, and then part of me wanted to go beat up everyone who ever hurt her. 

I shake my head, how is Vic going to react when he does find out? I can't think about that. 

I finally reach the school, I wait across the street at the sidewalk of the park, I look towards the school. I imagined her in there, her locker written with words full of hate, how can people be so cruel? 

The school bell rings, I walk across the street so she could see me. 

~~ Sophia's POV ~~ 

Just one more minute., my stomach was hurting, I was nervous about what everything Tina could do to me. I mean she could jump me right after school or whenever she wanted! 

"Soph, you know you are going to have to make a run for it as soon as the bell rings," Megan says

I nod, "I know, good thing her classroom is down the hall." 

The bell rings I got startled but then I suddenly grab my bag and ran out the door, thankfully the school doors were right when I walked out my last classroom. 

"SOPHIA, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I heard Tina yell 

I look back and saw her catching up, I run out the doors and was greeted by a familiar face at the end of the sidewalk. I run down the steps as fast as I could, I ran up to Jaime and hugged him. 

"Oh!" he says as I hug him suddenly, he took a small step back as he hugged me, I caught him off guard, "Someone is happy to see me," He smiles

I smile, "Yup! Let's go!" I grab his hand, I look both ways on the street and run across. 

"Why are we running?!" He asked as we reached the park. 

"Why not?!" I let go of his arm and ran to the end of the park. I need to get as far away as I can from the school as possible. 

I finally reached the end of the park, there was a wall that was between us and the beach, there was a small path next to the wall that leads you to the beach. I take off my shoes placing them in my backpack, I look back and see Jaime finally catching up. 

"Come on!" I walk into the warm sand as Jaime takes off his shoes while still trying to catch his breath. I probably should've had him keep his shoes on since his feet are the worst! But right now, I didn't care.

He takes my backpack and puts his shoes in them and then places the backpack right next to me as I sat down in the middle of between the wall and the beach. I was looking at the sunset, I wonder if Jessica told him...

I hear someone sit next to me, I felt eyes on me I hear Jaime gulp as if he wanted to say something but had no ways to make the words come out. 

Yup,  she told him, I can't look at him in fear that I will end up sobbing into a big mess. A grenade. I sighed as I breathed in the familiar wet moldy seaweed that was carefully placed onto the wet sand by the waves crashing alongside each other, I close my eyes and listen to the seagull's fight over some target in the sea.

I open them and look at some seashells down on the shoreline, some broken hoping someone would pick them up as if they were still some prized possession, some kids would pick them up thinking of its beauty ignoring its wounds until their parents realize their child was holding something of no value. 

Like every child they throw it onto the sand, some seashells break again in pain, some are strong enough to hold it together and wait till another person comes by and hopes they see their inner beauty.

Other seashells are lucky enough for the ocean to take them back in, the ocean didn't care if you were wounded or hurt, I liked to think of myself as a seashell, wounded and hurt. Broken into pieces by being stepped on or thrown away. Music being the ocean, taking me in no matter the number of wounds I carry on my skin, music still loves me for my inner beauty, for everything I am still capable of being in this world. Slowly it'll heal me, my wounds, and everything else that is wrong with me. 

I look over to Jaime, he was looking over at the ocean, "I don't want your sympathy or maybe even empathy," I say as I look back at the ocean. 

He sighs, "How can I not give you sympathy?" I felt his brown eyes staring at me again. 

I finally look at him, I turn around right away as my eyes became glassy with tears, "I don't know I just know when someone pity's me, I've seen the look before! When I would walk into Wal-Mart with my mother when I was younger, she would put me on the shopping cart, she was dressed like a hooker well because she worked in hooters for a bit. But older people would look at me with pity, and I get it. I get why they did because they thought I would grow up like her, another fucking hooker into this life is what they probably thought."

I rub my eyes with my sleeves, "Then when I would wait in the corners for another person to come to ask for drugs, even the drug dealers looked at me with pity. One guy told me that he would never have his daughter do a job he did. That is if he ever was a father he'd change for his kids because life is already fucked up as it is." 

He remained silent, I guess we both didn't know what to say or what to do other than stare at the sun as it began to go down as the sky ablaze with color, a fiery orange, hot as the sun yellow and yet the outer edges reflect onto the sea. The beach was starting to get lonely, as the birds became louder more clear, the waves were even louder as they crashed onto the shoreline. We both just stared at the beach, letting the sounds of the breeze against our ears do the talking. 

EDITED!