Vic Fuentes' Delinquent Daughter

Vic Fuentes' Delinquent Daughter

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Harley Santiago is used to being unwanted. Her mother got pregnant with her at sixteen and gave her up, she's been in and out of foster homes and juvie all of her life, and her father had never contacted her. Little does Harley know, that her father, Vic Fuentes, doesn't know she exists. So imagine his surprise when he's about to go on tour with his band, Pierce The Veil, only to get a call that his daughter is getting out of juvie for the 5th time, and has no place to go. Vic, though shocked, is quick to want to get to know and be a father to his knew found daughter, but soon learns that it won't be so easy. Harleys used to getting her way, doing what she wants, and not following anyone's rules. She closes herself off from everyone and has no plan to try to get to know a man that claims to be her father. Now, Vic struggles to be in a famous band, having to relavaluate his life, and taking care of his juvenile delinquent daughter that's fixed on making his life a living hell. - "I don't know what else you want from me. I'm trying, I'm really trying. And this has got to stop! You getting in fights, sneaking out, getting in trouble. You need to follow my rules because I'm done!" Vic said angrily. I scoffed, laughing humorously. "Oh whatever like you give a fuck. Just go ahead and pretend like you care, while you keep getting paid from the government." I growled at him. He pounded his fist on the table in anger. "You and I both know that your not here just so I can get money. I'm your father and you better start treating me like one!" He yelled. My glare intensified, feeling anger flood my veins. I stalked closer to him, with my fists clenched. "We might be related by blood," I paused, getting closer. "But you'll never be my father." I spat, turning on my heels, and doing the thing I've always done. I ran.
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