Shadows In Durango

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

*****Vincent's POV*****

Sinking down into the sofa by the window, I rip open the top of the white envelope and waste no time on removing its contents.

I empty it out onto the coffee table in front of me, my eyes scanning everything as it falls out.

"What the fuck?!" I say out loud, taking a moment to spread it all out before me for a better look.

This was fucked up...

Deciding that now was the time to call my father to explain everything, I retrieve my phone, rub a rough hand down my face and hit the call button.

It rings, and then rings some more, before it rings out completely and goes to voicemail.

"SHIT!" I grit loudly, before hitting the buttons to call my mother this time.

It rings once or twice, before she answers, her false tone filling my ears.

"Vincent? What's the matter baby?" She asks, as I take a deep breath to prepare myself for dealing with her.

"I'm looking for Dad." I state, as the line falls quiet for a moment.

"Oh... well he has company in at the moment..." she informs me, as I feel the bile rise in my throat knowing exactly what that meant.

How she could just stand by for so many years watching different women enter their home to please my father was beyond me.

But I guess she didn't care, since she was regularly passed between the men herself...

What a fucked up family!

"GO TELL HIM THAT HIS SON CALLED AND THAT ITS IMPORTANT! GET HIM TO CALL ME BACK!" I yell, before ending the line, suddenly riled again that he couldn't just answer when I actually needed him. Bastard.

other choice, checking my watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon, I

needed to talk to someone with some sense. Somebody from an outside perspective who could

my phone to the side to look over everything laid out in front of me. "Vin?" He questions, his voice

I've fucked up." I admit, hearing a silence fall between us - as he probably

asks, as I clench

me dumb questions as though I was incapable of keeping her

incapable of doing just

sighs heavily before

then hear him talking to someone briefly, saying a quick goodbye as

It certainly wasn't Reid...

ask, curiosity getting the better of

of doing detention." He explains, before I hear a door slam signalling that he had gotten

Daryl doesn't give me the satisfaction which causes me

quickly plummets, as I sigh heavily knowing that there was serious shit to discuss. "Alright, ok, you're right. Stuff hasn't gone great today... I hate to admit it, but I shouldn't have brought Sofia here with me..." I trail off, hearing him start up his car as he listens to

grumbles, as I nod

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today..." I choose my words carefully, unsure of what to

by that? What's happened?" Daryl pushes me for more as

who called when I needed somebody to help me think straight, and for that

chilled day, and when we got to the zoo, some random guy approached Sofia whilst I was in the bathroom taking a piss. I literally walked out to find him trying to drag her off..." I explain. "What the

a missing person poster at the bus station... said there was

could tell he wanted to curse me out but was holding back, knowing I should have listened to him

you do?!" Daryl questions, as I

a taxi driver take us to one of the biggest bus stations and we found the poster. I ripped it down and I've got it with me, there's a number on it which I think might be her Fathers or at least somebody connected to him..." I explain, grabbing it out from my pocket and straightening out

smiling bright in a cheer uniform - obviously taken from when her life was normal,

to think that the person in the picture at the time had no idea what her life was going to

hopefully be

now that things wouldn't be that

back to the apartment to be safe, only to discover that one of the dumb receptionists let some random men up

my father's name, but instead finding that it

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