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.

watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon, I hammer a

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

swipe to answer it - placing it on speaker and putting my phone to the side to look over everything laid out in front of me. "Vin?" He questions, his voice filling

us - as he probably took a

happened? Is Sofia alright?" He asks, as I clench my

dumb questions as though I was incapable of keeping her

incapable of doing

fine, she's taking a bath." I deadpan, as he sighs heavily before I hear

quick goodbye

It certainly wasn't Reid...

that?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of

Ashton, I had to show him around instead of doing detention." He explains,

attempt to joke, but Daryl doesn't give me the satisfaction

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

grumbles, as

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but things have gotten intense today..." I choose my words carefully, unsure of

Daryl pushes me

far he was the only one who called when I needed somebody to help me think

some random guy approached Sofia whilst I was in the bathroom taking a piss. I literally walked

said there was a hefty reward up for her."

but was holding back, knowing I

do?!" Daryl questions, as

I beat the little fucker to a pulp and left him there! After that, we had 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

was, Sofia's face, smiling bright in a cheer uniform - obviously taken from when her life

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

home? Emma said Sofia text her and said she would hopefully be back tonight?" Daryl questions, seeming stressed and wanting her back in

now that things wouldn't be

up to my floor... now they know what number our

but instead finding that it was Daryl requesting to switch our phone call to

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