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

Numbers Don't Define Me

~~ Sophia's POV ~~

It's been a couple of weeks since the tour has started and I got to say it's been an experience. 

"Kiddo you should do some homework," Uncle Mike says as he helps me place my bags into my hotel room.

"Ugghhhh, I don't want to," I say to him 

"What subject is it?" Jaime asks as he sits on my bed 

"Math," I say as I look for my laptop in one of my suitcases

"I'll attempt to help you," Jaime says as he lets out a small chuckle.

"This is my cue to leave because I'm afraid of getting a horrible disease from homework," Uncle Mike says as he leaves the room

I grab my math book and place it on the table along with my laptop. Jaime sits beside me, 

"Alright," Jaime says as he opens my textbook as I turn on my laptop, "Algebra... everyone's worst nightmare." 

I sigh to myself as I log into the school's website, "I should check what is due." 

I begin to scroll through my grades, "Whoa! Scroll back!" Jaime says as he takes the laptop, "What's this?" He says as he points to the screen. 

I sighed as I looked at the screen, I was dreading this moment. I found out about the grade a couple of days ago, "Um, an F," I say looking away quickly. 

"In three of your classes?!" Jaime's voice grew louder, "That's not just one, Sophia!" 

"Shh! I don't want dad hearing that I'm not doing well in school," I say taking the laptop, "I just don't understand it on my own." 

"He's your dad he needs to know this." Jaime gets up from the table. 

"Jaime he will make me go home," I say but he shakes his head and leaves the area. 

I sigh to myself and begin my homework while my thoughts of anxiety traveled into my mind. I know this is going to ruin everything. I should've tried harder, why can't I just be a perfect daughter? Why do numbers have to define people!? 

~~ Vic's POV ~~

I looked at the scabbed marks on my skin, it's been a few weeks but it felt shorter like just a couple of days. Memories of that day flooded my mind every second. Guilt and regret are my worst enemy at the moment.  

Someone knocks at the door, "Come in." I say as I roll down my sleeves quickly and begin to put my stuff in a cabinet next to the hotel bed. 

"Hey, we need to talk." I hear Jaime say 

"About?" I ask as he sits on my bed 

"Sophia." 

"What did she do?" 

He lets out a heavy sigh, "She's not doing so well in her studies." 

"what do you mean, she's not doing well? Is she getting bad grades?" I ask but he doesn't say a word, I sigh to myself, "She is isn't she?" 

Jaime just nods as his head lowers as he looks at the ground. I don't say a word but I begin to walk towards the hallway, "Don't be too hard on her," He whispers, "She really is trying her hardest, Vic." 

"I won't," I say but I have no idea how to deal with this situation, to be honest. I bet most fathers didn't have this problem. I bet they knew exactly what to say and what to do. What type of punishment to give, but for me? I had no clue. 

~~ Sophia's POV ~~ 

"It will never happen," A sotto voice says in my head. 

I shake my head, "Shut up," I whisper as I tried my hard to concentrate on the equations on the piece of paper that laid on the table in front of me. Equations that I wish could just go away. 

"Sophia, can I talk to you?" I hear my dad say

I turn around and see my father's face trying to be masked by happiness but it was full of disappointment. 

"Sure." He smiles slightly and sits in front of me. He sighs at the sight of me staring at the laptop screen, "I know Jaime told you about me failing." 

The mask falls apart, I can see it now. Full disappointment and sorrow, "I thought about it and I am still new at this whole father thing so I tried to put myself in my parent's position if they were in my position and well, I got two options for you." 

"Alright let's hear it," I say to myself knowing that these numbers were controlling my life and they always will. 

EDITED!