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

I Will Never Leave,

Title Credit: Hold On To Me by Mayday Parade 

~~ Sophia's POV ~~

Beep beep beep

I slowly opened my eyes to look at my surroundings only to see I was in a hospital room with naked walls, machines that determined whether my heart was beating or not, wires connected to needles that were hooked into my skin. I began to freak out.

I try to use my left hand but something was holding it, wait not something but someone. I look and see my dad asleep by my bedside. I slowly unhook my hand from his and try to pull off my IVs but a familiar hand stopped me.

"Hey, hey hey." my dad softly whispered to me as he took a hold of my hand, "be careful. You can hurt yourself" he slightly frowned at the choice of his words, "why didn't you tell me?"

He wasted no time, "I'm tired. Can we talk about this later?" I look away not wanting to see his face.

"Goddammit! Why can't you just tell me why!? I have a right to know!" I flinched as he raised his voice. He suddenly softened his expression, "I'm sorry." He whispered, "it's just that-"

"When can I get out of here?" I rudely interrupted

"Today, I'll go get a doctor." He sadly said as he stood up and left

I sigh to myself as I look at the outside world, it still was turning even when I was unconscious in this uncomfortable hospital bed, it will always keep turning if I was dead or alive. What dent would I make in this world if I died? I'm not important.

"Good to see you awake," The doctor said as he walked into the room, but dad wasn't trailing behind him.

"You look too young to be a doctor." I blurt out.

"I get that a lot, I'm Dr. Shepard." He smiles, "You gave your family quite a scare you know?"

I look away, "So I can leave today?" Completely ignoring his statement.

He gives me a warm smile, "Yes, but we are still going to prescribe you antidepressants but your father will have to keep them If you know what I mean." I nod, "And I want you to take care of that wrist of yours." He took off the IVs that were on my arm, then the wires that were stuck on my chest for the heart machine. "You matter in this world." He smiles and then leaves the room.

I matter? Pure sympathy. People rather hear that someone died accidentally or by an illness rather than it being on purpose because it makes them a coward. Am I coward? I don't think I am. I just think my soul is an angel trying to get back to heaven because the earth isn't where I belong.

My dad walks in, "here I had Mike drop off some clothes yesterday while you were still unconscious." He hands me the clothes.

"How long was I um unconscious?"

"Three days." I stared at him.

Did he stay in the hospital for three days? I remember him wearing the same exact clothing three days ago...

Look what you did. Making him worry about you when he should be worrying about himself.

I shook my head as I tried to get the thoughts out of my mind. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I change into my old clothes, I missed the way jeans wrapped around my legs and thighs as if they were hugging me back to say they missed me. Don't get me wrong I love to wear dresses but skinny jeans make me feel comfortable, I can sit however I want without having to worry about my dress or skirt going up.

I smile to myself as I walk out of the bathroom.

"Ready?" My dad asks

I nod and we leave the hospital.

Silence filled the car as my dad drove us home, there was a couple sigh here and there from him, I finally got irritated with the silence and turned on the radio.

Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit,

I begin to laugh earning a 'are you crazy?' look from my dad.

Got in my car raced like a jet, all the way to you.

I look over at my dad and started singing, "knocked on your door with heart in my hand to ask you a question!" I then started dancing a little in the car, he immediately started laughing.

" 'Cause I know you're an old-fashioned man! Yeah Yeah." My dad sang along with me throughout the song, he tried his best to dance but ultimately failed because he was driving.

When the song finished we arrived at the house, we just sat in the car laughing and still trying to catch our breaths.

When the laughter stopped the car was filled with tension, dad looked over at me, "Why did you do it?" He asked

I shook my head and got off the car, "Come on, Sophia! We were just in the car singing and dancing!"

"That's right! And you had to ruin it by asking me that stupid question!" I say as I run up to the door, I try to run inside but the door was lock.

"Why didn't you go inside?" he asks as he gets to the door.

"It's locked." I cross my arms and look away as he unlocks the door.

Before I could run in he puts his arm out blocking the doorway, "Why is it a stupid question?"

"Because it is!" I say as I find some strength to pull his arm off the doorway and I run in.

"You're home!" Jaime said as he stood up from the couch, as well as everyone else.

"Sadly," I whisper as I walk into my room.

I sigh to myself as I sit on my bed, I hear a knock on my door, "Please, please talk to me. You can't let your father hanging like this," My dad said on the other side of the door, "I want to be there for you... I can't do that if you won't let me."

I let a tear slip down, "Fine, come in," I said as I crossed my arms and sat on my bed. Well here goes nothing...

EDITED!