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.

seeing that it was approaching four and that school

to someone with some sense. Somebody from an

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

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

Sofia alright?" He asks, as I clench my jaw in

questions as though I was incapable of keeping her safe... but perhaps he was right

incapable of doing just

before I hear

a quick goodbye as I squint down at

It certainly wasn't Reid...

curiosity

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

me already." I attempt to joke, but Daryl doesn't give me the satisfaction which causes

Daryl's patience quickly plummets, as I sigh heavily knowing that there was serious shit to discuss. "Alright, ok, you're right. Stuff

you." He grumbles, as I nod to myself

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choose my words carefully, unsure of what to make of everything that

mean by that? What's happened?" Daryl pushes me for more as I begin to

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

was in the bathroom taking a piss. I literally walked out to find him trying to drag her off..." I explain.

bus station... said there was a

wanted to curse me out but was holding back, knowing I should have listened

what did you do?!" Daryl questions, as I furrow my brows

I?! Obviously 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

cheer uniform - obviously taken from when her life was normal, I'm assuming before

the picture at

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

feared now that things wouldn't be

receptionists let some random men up to my floor... now they know what number our apartment is and better yet,

glance at it, expecting to find my father's name, but instead finding that it was Daryl requesting

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