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

Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely,

Title Credit: Last Flight Home by All Time Low 

Chapter Song: Let Live by Of Mice & Men

~~ Jaime's POV ~~ 

The sun was finally at its last hope, I sighed and looked at Sophia, still no clue what to say to her. 

"You're not going to go through this alone, your depression, you self-injuring yourself, your bulimia, and definitely your past," I blurt out. 

"Thing is I went through my past alone, and my past was everything you just listed and it is coming along for this new journey I have begun. It's the hardest things to deal with, Jaime." 

I nod, "I'm not complaining okay? It's apart of being depressed, some people just say I am just sad temporarily but it's not true! That's called situational sadness, this," she motions to herself, "is called clinically depressed! When it's not just events that are external that trigger my sadness like sorrow or grief! It's in me and has been in me for as long as I can remember!" 

She stands up and looks at me, I look at her, tears in her eyes as she brushes her hair with her hands, "It's like I fell down a bottomless shaft and I see no way up, so I give up on it but then having anxiety is when you see a small hole and light is forming around it so you have little hope but the depression and anxiety are always fighting whether or not there is such thing as hope in this filthy world!" 

I stay sitting down listening to her talk, "A filthy world where a mother sells her own daughter just so she could have money for drugs that shorten her life even more than the alcohol she is already pouring into her body! A daughter who cries for help in her bedroom as a strange man comes and demands to be pleasured by a little girl who is old enough to be his daughter! When the man doesn't get his demands, he doesn't get pleasured he leaves unhappy of what he paid for so he beats up the mother for a crappy job and takes back his own money! So then the mother is angry with her daughter and she beats her up, but the daughter is left there in her room alone, left with her mind only to wonder what she ever did wrong in the first place to deserve a fucking miserable life like this!" 

She takes a few steps back and wipes away a few tears, "Then some perverted man, sicker than the men she has met before comes in, showing her mother all the money in the world, but hey! Money comes with a price! It always does! Soon their beautiful home turns to some scary haunted mansion where the ghosts roaming around the halls are just people drugged up by the needles in their arms. A girl still small in the corner of her room, slowly the innocence that she never had gone away like the darkness they call night. No friends because who wants to be friends with the girl who looks like she just crawled out of the walking dead!?" 

I sigh, she needs to let it all out, here and now, no one is on the beach the sun is almost gone, I saw the tears falling down her eyes it broke my heart, "So instead they call her names, tell her she's not good enough, that she is fat, because you know why not hear it at school when I also hear it at home!?" She then puts her hands over her mouth, I realize that she wasn't talking about herself as if she was someone else anymore, She was just talking about herself. 

I get up and walk over to her; engulfing her in a hug as I rub her back, "Why would they do that!? Why?!" She sobbed into my chest.

"I don't know... I don't know,"I whispered as I kiss her forehead as I hugged her. 

She sobbed and sobbed until it was dark, "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that," She said letting go of the hug. 

"It's alright," I smile, "you needed to let it out," she nods. "Look you may have been alone in this in the past but you have people who care now, okay? People who love you and would do anything to keep you alive, you are not alone in this anymore, you are important to us, okay? There is hope in this filthy world, we are not just here to see through one another but to see one another through, in the end when you overcome this we will be here, I will be here and so will the others. We still will be here for each other. None of us will leave you no matter what," I hug her again, "I'm going to try and understand everything so I can do my best to help you through this but you will have to talk to Vic about this. One day or another." 

She sighs, "I can't, I just can't," She lets go of the hug and grabs her backpack. She hands me my shoes. "It's getting late, We should go," She says as she walks away. 

I walk to one of the benches at the park and put my shoes on and then try to catch up with her. 

~~ Sophia's POV ~~ 

I need some sense of pain. I keep my shoes off so I can feel the warmth of pavement. I know Jaime means well but he won't ever understand what I am going through. 

"Why didn't you put your shoes on?" he asks as he catches up to me. 

"I like the walking barefoot," I say half truth but also half lie. 

"Want me to give you a ride home?" 

"I'd rather walk home," He nods understand, "be careful, sweetie," He says as he hugs me one last time and kisses my forehead. 

I walk away, with my thoughts and my worries in my head. 

I finally get home about three hours later after I go to the park for a while listening to music on my iPod as I swung on the swings, it was pitch black outside when I got home. My phone died while I was at school. 

I walk into the house to find my dad asleep on the couch. I grab a blanket putting it over him. He wakes up in a panic, then looks at me a bit angry and a bit of relief. 

"Where the hell were you?!" He yells as I flinch a little. 

"With Jaime." 

"I talked to Jaime! He said you left about three hours ago!" 

"Stop yelling! I was at the park! I wanted to be alone! Gosh! Can't anybody understand anything around here!?" I yell as I walk away to my room. 

EDITED!