Forever His Doll Face- A Vic Fuentes Story

Busted! (Vic's POV)

It was three in the afternoon.

Layla was coming near me, and I was sitting on the park bench.

"Why hello, Victor."

I pulled my snapback brim lower. "Goodbye, Layla."

She sat down next to me, and put her legs on my lap. "What's wrong, babe?"

I look down at her, move her legs and said, "Everything. You ruined my relationship. Now my girl is out there, all alone with a baby soon. And she hates me. I got nothing else to live for."

"Look Victor. She is not your girl anymore. Your with me now, to take care of our baby... Which your going to make with me tonight."

I rose from the bench. "I'm not making anything with you. I'll make you admit that you lied though."

"Really?" Layla whined. "I did no such thing."

"Really now? Need I remind you your the one who doesn't even have a fetus in your belly, not remorseful of all of this shit you and Kelsey has done, and doing this just to get in my pants? No, Layla. No."

Layla pushes her glasses up. "Well, Victor. I guess this is how your gonna play it. You are exactly correct."

"Seriously? Your telling this now?"

"Yeah. Look around you, Victor. Nobody's here. Nobody's gonna listen when I say, 'Yes. It's all a nasty lie just to make you and Mystic split up. Those pictures were fake, I found them on google images. And I had those pregnancy papers illegally made to look real.' She doesn't deserve you. I do. And your having my child. And Victor Vincent Fuentes, if I can't have you, then nobody else will..."

Layla takes a gun out and points it at my face. I immediately feel myself turn pale and stiff with fear.

"Layla, please. Don't do this..." I quiver as I step back slowly.

"Oh I will. I will make your death look like a damn suicide. Just watch me."

I back up some more, and I run until I bump my head hard into a tree and I stumble on the ground. I had no where else to run.

"Layla, don't shoot!" I yell in excruciating fear.

She sets the gun up to shoot me, and I hear the click. I guess this is it for me.

"Say your prayers en espanol, Victor! Time to say adios!!"

"Stop right there!" A voice commanded. A policeman that was hiding behind the tree surprised us both.

"Oh, thank god! An officer! You won't believe what this girl said!" I say, with a relief in my voice.

"No need, sir. I have this tape recorder. I have monitored you guys' conversation and I have just what I need. This is the girl, right? Layla Johnson?"

I saw Mike, Tony, Jaime and a blonde girl emerge from the bushes. It was even more of a surprise.

"That is Layla, my dear brother!" The blonde girl said to the policeman.

Layla drops her gun.

"Impossible! You have no proof!"

The policeman takes his recorder and plays back all of the things that we said, and it was loud and clear.

"Arrest her!" Tony said. "That's her alright."

The policeman takes handcuffs and gets Layla. "Miss Layla Johnson, I'm placing you under arrest for getting illegal papers, and threatening to shoot an innocent man. Get in my car, and you have the right to remain silent."

The blonde girl waved. "Thanks, brother!"

"Your welcome, sissy!" He calls. Then he turns to me.

"Keep making good music, Vic. I hope you get your girl back. And don't worry, something tells me Layla will be in for a long time."

"Thanks, officer."

"Call me Jason. If you need anything else, find me."

"Thank you, Jason."

The police car drives off with poor Layla in the car.

"Guys!" I cheer. "I didn't know you guys set Layla up!"

"You better be glad we did. I told her your always in the park 3 in the afternoon on Sundays," Mike replied. "Oh, this is Josephine. She helped out with this too."

I shake her hand. "Thank you too."

We all do a group hug! Then, my phone rang. It was Mystic!

"Hello?" I start, in my most sincere voice.

"Hi, Vic. It's Janis, Mystic's friend."

"Yes? Is she okay? Is she hurt?"

"She's about ready to deliver your baby. But she refuses to push it out unless your here. Please, hurry, Vic."

"I'll be there!" And I hung up. "Guys, I have to go. My woman needs me."

Mike pats me on my back. "Go to her, big brother. Go to her."