"Had to have high hopes for a living didn't know how but I always had a feeling. I was gonna be that one in a million always had high-high hopes."-Panic! At The Disco, High Hopes.
Eddie POV
I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I saw myself. People were hating on my show, The Eddie Brock Show. It pissed me off. I sighed at it.
"Son of a bitches." I mutter.
"DAD DAD DAD!" Dalia shouts at the top of her lungs.
She opens the door and sits on the couch.
"DAD. THEY ARE TALKING CRAP ABOUT YOUR SHOW. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT PISSES ME OFF?!!!!!" Dalia screams.
"No it's fine." I say and turn off the TV.
"NO ITS NOT FINE." Dalia yells.
"Shh. It's fine. I have good news." I say.
"What is it?" She asks.
"I'm changing your last name to Brock." I say.
"REALLY DAD? REALLY? CAUSE I AM TIRED OF THE LAST NAME BERNARD. I SOUND LIKE A FRIGGIN MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY AND I HATE IT." She yells.
"Yeah, but the thing is that I don't have money." I say.
"Do not worry. My best friends dad is a millionaire or billionaire. And he can help you. Don't worry Tony Stark is a nice person." She says.
"No Dalia. I don't want help from anyone. I can do it myself. Especially that asshole." I say.
"How is he an asshole?" She asks, her curious green eyes looking at me.
"Well I knew him. We went to high school together in San Francisco and he was such a dick. He would bully my friends and I, until he made me explode and sock him. And of course the middle classed boy, me, beat the rich boy." I say.
"So you and Stark have problems with each other? Why don't you fix them?" Dalia asks.
"Yes. I need the money but I don't know how. The Eddie Brock Show is getting hate and people are turning on it so that affects my money." I say. I look up and see Dalia turning on the radio.
The song, High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco was on.
"Dad. This song it reminds me of you." Dalia says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because you always tell me to believe in myself. Even though I'm really soft if I do say so myself. So let's think of something to cheer you up and make that money. For me to be a Brock officially." Dalia says.
"God I love you so much." I say as I kiss the top of Dalia's head.
"I love you too dad. Thanks for adopting me." She says.
Then I remember. Her adoption. It wasn't an adoption. I found her getting lured into a house. But she was only 11 months. Surprisingly she knew how to walk. So I just got her and raised her. I would tell people that I adopted her.
Dalia thinks that I adopted her. Like with the court stuff and all that. But no. I saved her. That's the problem.
I never told her that she's not legally mine.
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Fantastik"You're not weird Dal, you're sensational and the best person I could ever meet. I love you."
