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.

had no other choice, checking my watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon,

needed to talk to someone with some sense. Somebody from

putting my phone to

us - as he probably took a second to bask in

He asks, as I clench my jaw in defence but choose

questions as though I was incapable of keeping her safe...

incapable of doing just

he sighs heavily before I hear the school bell

to someone briefly, saying a quick goodbye as I squint

It certainly wasn't Reid...

was that?" I ask, curiosity

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

joke, but Daryl doesn't give me the satisfaction which causes me to roll

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 it, but I shouldn't have brought Sofia here with me..." I trail off, hearing him start up his car

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intense today..." I 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

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

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

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

me out but was holding back, knowing I should have listened to him from

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

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 explain, grabbing it out

- obviously taken from when her life was

the person in the picture at the time had no

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

feared now that

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

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

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