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.

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

sense. Somebody from an outside perspective who could tell me what

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 the

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

happened? Is Sofia alright?" He asks, as I clench my jaw in defence but

though I was incapable of keeping

I was incapable

she's taking a bath." I deadpan, as he sighs heavily before I hear the school bell ringing out in the

goodbye as I squint down at the phone not

It certainly wasn't Reid...

curiosity getting

instead of doing detention." He explains, before I hear

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

happening, you said that there was a problem?! Did you just call to rub shit in some more?!" Daryl's patience 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

told you." He grumbles, as I nod to

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

happened?" Daryl pushes me for more

the only one who called when I needed somebody to help me think straight,

the bathroom taking a piss. I literally walked out to find him trying to drag her

person poster at the bus station... said there was a hefty reward up for her." I explain, hearing

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

Daryl questions, as I furrow my

thank him did 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

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

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

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

that things wouldn't

men up to my floor... now they know what number our apartment is and better yet, they've left an envelope which is why I

father's name, but instead finding that it was Daryl requesting to switch our phone call to

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