Fuentes Next

We pulled up on my road and I got my things together. I waved to everyone and dragged my case outside. Fay followed me out. I leant up against the side of the van. Fay joined me and leant up next to me. "You sure you don't want me to come in?" Fay asked.
"No, I'll be okay." I shrugged.
"Call me if it all blows up and you need a place to crash. Last time you saw your Dad it wasn't for a great reason."
"Rehab isn't a good reason... No." I smiled.
"It wasn't really rehab." he tried.
"No, it wasn't," I agreed. "Fay, you tied me to a bed for three days." I said. "I wouldn't call that rehab."
"You said thanks before!" he defended.
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes.
"Anyway, see you later." Fay said.
"Yeah, bye." I smiled. I ducked my head inside the the van door. "Bye guys!"
I heard a chorus of "bye Effy.". I waved a little and took hold of my case and bags. I started pulling them towards the house. The van honked behind me as I reached the door. I knocked the door and waited for Dad to answer.
The door was opened but it wasn't Dad. It wasn't Mike or one of the guys. It wasn't even Alysha or Jess. The woman standing in front of me couldn't be that much older than me. She was fair skinned with strawberry blonde hair, bright blue eyes and perfect teeth. She was also looking at me blankly.
"Hi, can I help you with something?" she asked.
"Who're you?" I asked quickly.
"Um, what did you say your name was?" she asked.
"I didn't. Who are you?" I snapped.
"I'm Emma." she replied. "Do you have the wrong house?"
"You live here?" I asked and she nodded. "Who the fuck are you?!" I spat.
"Please, leave." she tried.
"Why the hell are you in my house?!" I asked angrily.
"You're Effy." her eyes widened. I pushed past her to go inside. I dropped all my things onto the floor and glared at her. "Oh no." Emma muttered. "Vic!" she yelled.
"One second, babe!" Dad yelled from somewhere upstairs.
"Babe." I mocked. Emma looked uncomfortable. She was hugging her arms around her torso.
Dad jogged down the stairs. He looked up and stopped. He bit down on his lip and his eyes widened. "Effy." he grinned. Dad jogged over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek and squeezed me. "You're not due home for another week." When I didn't hug back he pulled away.
"Who the fuck is this?!" I demanded.
"You know I don't like you swearing."
"Who the fuck is this?" I repeated.
"Effy." he sighed. "This is Emma." he said cautiously.
"Why does Emma seem to think she lives here?" I asked.
"She does." Dad said reluctantly.
"Thanks for telling me." I mocked.
"It wasn't like that."
"What was it like?" I asked angrily. "I go away for my first tour and the second I'm gone you meet some... loose puta and ask her to move in. You don't even tell me. I thought I still lived here!" I could see his eyes widen. He thought he'd misheard me.
"You do Effy." Dad said. "I didn't know how to tell you."
"It wasn't like he just met me." Emma said. "We'd been seeing each other for months."
"Before I left?" I asked tightly. No one answered me. "Before I left?" I repeated. I looked at Emma and she nodded. "Tell me she's lying." I said desperately. Dad just looked down.
"Effy, I never meant to keep it from you."
"You obviously did because otherwise you would have told me. Is this revenge for things I kept from you?"
"Of course not." he said quickly. "I'd never try to hurt you."
"Well, tough. I'm already hurt." I shrugged.
"You can't just expect me to stay on my own forever. Since you came to San Diego I haven't been on a single date. Not one. You can't expect me to be single forever."
"That isn't why I'm mad." I muttered. "I'm mad because you didn't tell me."
"Can we just go and sit down and talk about everything?" Dad tried.
"No," I shook my head. "I don't want to even be here." I laughed humourlessly. I grabbed my bag and turned to walk out.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked quickly.
"I don't know." I laughed sarcastically. "Maybe I'll go and see my dealer. Or maybe I'll go sell my body on the streets. Or find another asshole to touch me against my will. I'm sure I can find something destructive to do that will land me either in prison, beaten up or dead!" I exclaimed. Dad couldn't reply. He just watched me. "Yo confié en ti más que a nadie. Eres mi padre. Se supone que tienes que cuidar de mí." I whispered sadly. (I trusted you more than anyone. You're my dad. You're supposed to look after me.)
Then I slammed the door behind me. I stormed off and started to speed walk down the pavement. This is all so stupid. He kept it from me. Mom used to keep her boyfriends from me. But Dad was supposed to be better than Mom. He was supposed to be honest and caring and look after me. Dad was supposed to actually give a damn about me.
I didn't notice but I was crying. It wasn't just and odd tear here and there though. It was real hard crying. I just kept walking. I was getting looks off of people. But I didn't care. I kept walking until I came to Mike's apartment building. I used my key to open the door and walked up to his apartment.
I knocked the door and after a minute it was opened. Alysha answered and opened the door wide. "Effy!" she gasped. Then she saw my face. "What's wrong?" she asked urgently. I didn't answer I just threw my arms around her. She hugged me gently and sighed into my hair. "Mike!" Alysha called.
"Effy." I heard Mike say. "How was the last stretch of tour?" I put my head up and Mike frowned. "What's wrong?" I ran over to Mike and he opened his arms for me. He hugged me tight to him and kissed my head softly. "You didn't tell him you were coming home. Did you?" Mike asked and I shook my head.

Notes

Hey! Quick update. What did you think? Did you expect it? What will Effy do? Why didn't Vic tell her? Will she forgive him? :)