Shadows In Durango

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.

I had no other choice, checking my watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon, I hammer a quick text to Daryl telling

to someone with some sense. Somebody from

I 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,

hearing a silence fall between us - as he probably

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

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

was incapable of

bath." I deadpan, as he sighs heavily before I hear the school bell ringing out in the background of

to someone briefly, saying a quick goodbye as I squint down at the phone not recognising

It certainly wasn't Reid...

I ask, curiosity getting the better of

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

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

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 it, but I shouldn't have brought Sofia here with me..." I trail

told you." He grumbles, as I nod to myself

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

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

who called when I needed somebody to help me think

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 fuck?!

said there was a hefty reward up for her." I explain, hearing him groan slightly in

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

do?!" Daryl questions, as I

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 her Fathers or at least somebody connected to him..." I

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

at the time had no idea what

would hopefully be back

that things wouldn't be that

apartment to be safe, only to discover that one of the dumb receptionists let some random 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 called..." I tell him, before my

at it, expecting to find my father's name, but instead finding that it