Maybe We're Not Just Having Fun. {Vic Fuentes}

In a band?

Hey chickadees! Before I start I'd like to give you a WARNING. THE FLASHBACK PART IS VERY NOT FUN AND HAS STRONG LANGUAGE AND NOT GOOD TOPICS SO SKIP THAT IF YOU'D LIKE.
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I turned around and ran up to my room. Let me tell you a little story. It was about my daddy daughter bonding time!

Flash back to three years ago-

"Dont tell mommy, remember?" He laughed. I nodded my head and curled my knees up to my chest. He laughed and left the room. I sprung off of my disgusting bed and sat in the corner of my room crying. I cried and cried. Dads weren't suppose to do this to their daughters!

I was fourteen!

I lost my virginity to my father at fourteen.

I sat in my room that day half naked and crying. He was sick. Twisted. I hate him.

3 weeks later-

I never told my mother. I was afraid of what would happen if I did. I know it sounds silly but at the time I wasn't thinking clearly. He would always glance at me. Grin at me. He looked at me all the time with the look.

I was suppose to get my period last week which scared me. That is why I got a pregnancy test... And the result I got twice was not what I wanted at all.

Positive.

My dad got me pregnant. I dont know why I wanted to tell him. Maybe because I was hoping he wouldn't do it again. Or maybe because I thought he could help me. Plus I wasn't planning on telling my mother. But I wasn't planning what happened next either.

"Your what?" He said through gritted teeth. I tensed up. He was drunk and my mom was at work. Shit.

"Y-you got me pregnant." I said in a low voice. "No I didn't!" He snapped at me. "You little fucking lying whore! You probably liked it! You liked it so you probably fucked the older boys at your school! Dont blame me for this!" He continued to yell at me. I held in my tears. He would've hit me if I cried in front of him. "This is your fault! You know it is!" He looked at me expectantly. I didn't know what to do so I just shook my head 'yes' so that he would calm down. Didn't work.

"Oh yeah? Tell me then, how is this your fault. Explain in detail about why your a fuck up and a slut and how you like when daddy touched you." He slurred. He grabbed my face and slammed me against the living room wall. "Go on!" He spat.

"I-I uh... It's m-my fault bec-ause I..." He threw my on the floor. "Pathetic." He shook his head and stepped over to me. "Dont worry. I'm going to fix this. Like a good parent." He smiled.

And that night he kicked me. Hard. Multiple times in the stomach.

I had a miscarriage. He killed my baby. While it was inside me.

The years were followed by multiple nights of abuse. Mental and physical. Nothing ever hurt more than those times though.

After a while my mom began to notice his drinking and drug use so she made him go into rehabilitation.

End of story thing-

That is why I hate my father. That is also why I probably have strange panic problems.

Still to this day my mother doesn't know and she might never know either.

That's enough of that for one day. I locked my door and slipped my shoes back on. After what I pulled in the cafeteria my mom wouldn't let me leave. I knew that.

So I went to my window and looked down. I looked to my left and sure enough there was the ladder my mom kept outside her window. She keeps it there so that 1. It's hidden from the neighbors. 2. When she does house work she knows where it is. And 3. In case of an emergency. Thank you mother.

I shut the window and unlocked my door. Looking down the hallway I didn't see anyone. As quietly as possible I walked down the hallway and listened for my parents voices. I kind of heard them which means they were downstairs.

I opened the door to my mothers room and then shut it. I rushed over to her window and climbed down the ladder.

Next stop: Vic's house.

I wanted to apologize and then I wanted to just fall asleep on him.

That sounds nice.

I began my twenty minute walk to Vic's house and let my thoughts come and go. I was at his house in what seemed like five minutes but was really almost a half hour.

School ended a few minutes ago so I sat down on his stairs waiting for either Vic or Mike to get home, hopefully with Jaime too because I really needed to say sorry to him.

I took out my phone and had no messages or missed calls. Typical.

As I was scrolling through twitter a car pulled up making my shut my screen off and look up. All four guys were here. I suddenly got really nervous.

"Hey guys." I stood up trying to act normal.

Everyone seemed a bit tense. I could feel the awkwardness. "So uh Jaime about what happened earlier I want you to know that I'm really sorry I didn't mean to snap at you like that." I put my hands in my pockets and rocked back and fourth on my heels.

"It's alright munchkin. I'm sorry for being pissy to you." We both smiled. He walked up to me and ruffled my hair. In response I groaned.

"So what happened with that? We heard you got sent to the principals office and then you weren't in the rest of the classes." Vic slung his arm around my shoulder as he opened the door. We all walked to the basement. "I'm suspended."

They all started laughing. "Just for that? Wow! That's stupid." Tony chuckled. I nodded. "I know right! It isn't even fair like if Mike cursed out a teacher all he's get is detention!" I pointed out. Even Mike agreed with me.

Me and Vic sat on the couch with Tony next to us and I snuggled into Vic. How did I get into such a perfect relationship? Well almost perfect...

"So I think now would be a good time to tell you something." Mike said to me. I looked over at him. Tell me what?

I have him a questioning look as he glanced at the guys who seemed to nod in approval. Are they all aliens from mars or something? Whats going on?

"We're in a band!" Mike said giving me jazz hands. "A band?" I asked slowly making sure I heard right. "Yeah with instruments and singing and stuff." Tony said. I laughed. "I know what a band is. Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked.

"Because we've never had a gig at such a cool place! You get to come watch me sing tomorrow night at Benny's." Vic said cooly. "Or." Jaime said flicking Vic on the head. "She gets to watch all of us jam on a stage."

"Yeah that too I guess." Vic muttered. I giggled quietly. "So tomorrow night you'll pick me up at..." I trailed off waiting for Vic to pick a time. I have nothing else to do. "6:30-ish. So then we can get there and be set up and everything by 7:30." Vic said. Everyone nodded. "Well I already know you guys are going to be great." I smiled and kissed Vic on the cheek.

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Hey chickadees! I hope you liked the chapter! I must be going to school now. *cries* but I wanted to update before I left. Also again I'm sorry for the first little flashback part. I hated writing that but it must be done you know? I' try to update again soon but I have a busy rest of the week so if I dont I apologize in advanced. Love youuuu.

~LittleMissFreakShow<3