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

What A Waste

~~ Vic's POV ~~

"Aren't you going to eat?" Jaime whispers over to me. 

I shake my head no and stand up, "Excuse me but I must go and do some stuff" I leave the restaurant. 

I need to clear my mind, these thoughts are just haunting me. 

I enter the tour bus and open the cabinet, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. It was Mikes, of course. I know he'd get a bit mad if someone took something of his, especially his whiskey but I don't care at the moment. 

I pour myself some and begin to drink as the scratches in my head begin to wake. 

"Ugh." I throw the shot glass with whiskey into the sink, I watch as the shattered pieces of glass filled the sink. The sharp edges that used to call my name, the same voices that taunted me at night. It's all coming back. 

I sigh to myself as I walk away from the sink, hoping reality would come back to me, but it never will, will it? Will we ever realize that reality is never a reality? What is the reality? What am I saying? My tongue has no control of itself. 

How can I be a father when I can't even control my emotions. When I don't even know how to calm her down when she has a freaking panic attack?! 

I realized some of the glass has fallen to the ground, I grab a dustpan and small broom and begin to pick up the small pieces of glass. I carefully picked up the pieces of glasses from the sink. Once it was all clean I decided to rinse the sink with water to make sure it didn't stink like whiskey, when I saw a piece of shattered glass that I missed. 

Whispers came to me but I shook them off. At least I tried to. I grabbed the piece of glass as it landed on my skin on my arm. I took in a deep breath as it tore into my skin, enough for blood to begin to surface. I shake my head at myself and throw the piece of glass in the trash. I can't believe I just did that. It was one cut and it felt so good... One cut and I have relapsed. 

~~ Sophia's POV ~~ 

"Jaime, Is dad alright?" I asked as we left the restaurant to the nearest ice cream shop. 

"Yeah, he just wanted to get some stuff done before he went to sleep." He seemed quite unsure of his response but he smiled as to give me some sort of reassurance. 

I nodded in response, "Well, can I call and ask him if he would like some ice cream? I think it's a bit unfair if we go without him knowing, you know?" 

"I totally agree," Jaime smiled and handed me his phone that we currently use.  

I smile and dialed the phone that was on the tour bus. I listen to it ring before I hear a click, "Hello?" His voice sounded a bit off. 

"Hey, pops! We're gonna get some ice cream, do you want to join us or would you like us to bring you some?" 

I can hear his voice change, "No, it's fine, hon." 

"You sure? I mean like if you no want any I can take your scoop of rocky road." 

He chuckles a bit, "You can go ahead and have it." 

"Awww yas! Okay, then you get some rest, dad! I love you!" 

"I love you too." He hangs up 

"I can have his scoop! And I am pretty sure he wants like ten scoops..." 

"He always gets half of one scoop," Jaime says 

"Well, he is really hungry but since I am eating it for him.. he wants ten," I say as I walk into the ice cream shop, "And who in their right mind gets half of one scoop of ice cream?" 

"that made no sense," Tony says 

"It did in my head!" I say as I look at all the flavors but lay my eyes on the rocky road. 

"And your dad gets half of one scoop of ice cream, he's weird," Tony says. 

EDITED! 

Yo so this chapter sucked. I need ideas. I had some but I forgot it... So comment some ideas please? Yas!