Alternate Universe (Sequel to My Famous Dad) (PTV Fanfiction)

Chapter 15 - Hangovers

After having a long and painful lecture from Jaime and a $500 bail, I exited the cold, lonely station, which was inhabited with a block of filthy, isolated cells. I could hear Jaime talking to me, saying something about 'getting in touch with Mike' but the only thing on my mind was getting home and resting. I've had plenty of hangover's in the past, but this one was undoubtedly the worst; my head felt like it had been ran over by a monster truck, I felt like puking everywhere and my face and body were so sore, presumably from the events of last night which Jaime informed me about. Although, I was more concerned about Lacy at the moment, I hope that what happened last night won't effect me seeing her or disappoint her. The last thing that she needs if me fucking up my chances of seeing her.

"Vic are you even listening?" Jaime asked, poking my shoulder with more force than needed. I let out a long sigh before answering.

"No."

"Look Vic, go home, go to bed and rest. You need it," Jaime replied, unlocking the door to his silver Toyota. I unlocked my phone which my left hand located in my jean pocket. I was greeted with a bunch of texts from Mike and Tony and one from Phillipa, the head nurse from the institution Lacy's in. I was in too much pain to read the texts so I closed my phone and placed it back into my pocket. I closed my heavy, sore eyelids and leaned my head back against the surprisingly comfortable car seat, relieved at the change in atmosphere. I felt myself slowly starting to drift into a glorious moment of slumber until Jaime's phone started ringing and Slipknot's Duality filled the car. "Hello?" Jaime answered, whilst turning around a corner. I couldn't hear the conversation but by the worried, anxious look on his face, I knew something was up. 

"Okay."

"Sure, I'll be there as soon as I can,"

"Love you too,"

"Bye hunnie," the conversation was short but I knew it was enough to worry Jaime, especially as he's a pretty content, positive guy. 

"What's goin' on?" I asked looking at my friend with concerned eyes.

"Jessica's Mom's in hospital, she was in a car accident," he said with an uneasy, pained expression. 

"Shit, I hope she's alright," I sympathetically said, sinking my teeth nervously onto my cold, scabrous lip. 

"Yeah me too," Jaime sighed, stepping on the gas. After a few minutes, my house was in view and the silver car pulled up beside it. "Cheers for ... everything Jaime," I nervously mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "It's alright Vic, see ya' later." he said as the shining vehicle sped off down the street and faded away into the distance. I turned to face my large house and walked up the gravel path, watching as a few small dust clouds formed in the wind as I kicked the gravel and dusty stones, which were placed along the pathway. I took the small, silver house key from under the door mat and let my fingertips brush the small piece of engraved metal before connecting it with the lock and unlocking my front door. 

As I stepped inside I was greeted with warmth, something I was pretty grateful for. I dragged my hungover state to the bathroom to examine my injuries. I looked in the reflective mirror and a different person stared back. Bruise under my right eye. Slight gash on my bottom lip. Scratch mark on the left side of my jaw. Small cut on side of my forehead. Another smaller bruise next to my left eye. I rummaged around under my bathroom sink, looking for some medical items to fix up my minor injuries. My bruised hand grasped a hold of some anti bacteria medical wipes, so I threw them on the bathroom counter, along with some small plasters and some alcahol. I hissed as I poured some of the burning alcahol substance onto my stinging lip. I shortly pressed a anti bacterial wipe onto the graze, hoping that it would heal. As I started to pick up a bright blue ice pack to place on my  bruises, the familier tune of my house phone echoed throughout my home. "Why is the phone so damn loud?" I grumbled to myself as my temples were ringing from the loud distinktive ring tone. I swiped the house phone from it's handset and vitiously pressed the 'answer' button. 

"Hello?" I said through clenched teeth. Now was not the time to be calling.

"Hello Mr. Fuentes, this is Phillipa the head nurse at Sunshine Institution."  the sound of the nurse said on the other side of the landline.

"Oh yeah. Hi, how's Lacy doing?" I groggily asked, rubbing at my discomforted temples.

"She's actually doing a lot better. She's making a brilliant amount of progress, she's taken her medicine when told, hasn't attacked any patients or orderlies, hasn't harmed herself or anyone else. Every nurse here is very impressed with Lacy's improvement." my pained lips formed into a smile as I listened to every word. Lacy's doing better. This means that I can see her soon! I knew my babygirl would be out of that insitution soon...

"That's great - do you know when she can be released?" 

"Me and the other lead staff are discussing a release date for your daughter at the moment. Me and the deputy nurse, Mel will have a chat with Lacy tomorrow and inform about what we decided. We will call you again tomorrow and tell you what disision we've made." 

"Awesome, thanks,"

"Okay, have a nice day Mr. Fuentes, we'll call you tomorrow with the news. Goodbye,"  and then the line went dead. I couldn't wipe the grin of my face. Lacy's improving and she's coming home soon. I knew my little girl would make it. I just knew it....

A.N hey guys, I want to say thankyou for all the support and encouragment from all of you! It means a lot of is great motivation for me to keep updating cx Sorry for the late update, it's pretty short but I promise that the next chapter will be longer! 

- Shalom xo