Like Father, Like Daughter (A Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 3

~One Week Later~

(Kristina's POV)

"Kristina, I know this is awful, but you need to try to listen to what I have to say," my therapist says to me.

One week ago today, I was emitted from the hospital. I didn't want to leave Dad, but I didn't have much of a choice. The doctors said it wasn't mentally healthy for me to be lagging around the hospital even though I wasn't a patient anymore. They made me leave to my home in Chicago, so Mama and my uncles left with me, as hard as it was for them to their husband and brother.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really distracted right now," I say, looking around the room.

Dad still hasn't woken up yet. Mom and I have been home alone for three days now. The first two nights back home, Uncle Pete stayed with us. He wanted to make sure we were okay being by ourselves. Some of the guys come and visit throughout the day, which is nice, but I wish at least one of them would stay with us at night again. It's hard with it only being Mama and me.

"What's on your mind, Kristina? Is it your attacker?" My therapist asks.

The first night back, I kind of forgot everything happened. I woke up in my own bed, excited to be back home. I ran into Mama and Daddy's room only to find Mama there asleep, alone. I turned and looked down stairs to see if Dad was already up, and I only found Uncle Pete asleep on our couch.

"I've already told you everything that about him. He's always in the back of my mind, but this is something different that I haven't told you about yet, Mrs. Jade," I say, looking down at the ground, as I play with the ring on my left hand.

Mom and I are always coping, anxiously waiting for a call from the Louisville hospital. We just pray it's good news when we get it. In the mean time, Mom signed me up for therapy once a week to hopefully get my mind off of the nightmares I still have regularly.

"You have nightmares from something other than the incident with Mick?" She asks.

"No, it's not nightmares. This is something worse," I begin. I then explain everything to her about my dad's current situation. How I slept with an Internet friend after meeting him for the first time at one of Dad's concerts. How my dad found a positive pregnancy test that I took. How the heated argument ended with me screaming, "I hate you!" And then a literal bang. How I was in a coma for a couple days and how the pregnancy test wasn't accurate because of my messed up hormones. How my dad is still asleep in Louisville right now with no clear sign of waking up because of me.

"Kristina, you need to understand how this isn't your fault. You don't need to put the blame on yourself," Mrs. Jade says.

"I don't see how it's anyone else's fault but mine," I say, full of annoyance towards myself.

"Teenagers have sex all of the time. It may be frowned upon and you say you made a mistake, but all it is is an unfortunate coincidence. You said it was all in the moment, and it's not like you were planning on possibly being pregnant. Arguments between fathers and daughters happen all of the time over boys, no matter how serious the situation is. Wrecks that lead to comas are also semi-common. This isn't your fault, Kristina. It's just a misfortune," my therapist wholeheartedly explains.

"If I wouldn't have done one thing, this never would have happened," I snap.

"Are you so sure about that?" She asks. "Has your dad ever yelled at you before?"