"You said you didn't want to beat around the bush so why don't you answer some of my questions, Mr. Black."
I walked into his study, crossing my arms. It had been about an hour since they left the house while I picked my broken pieces off the unknown floor. Once again, I'd built myself whole, hoping it's not him I fall apart in front of.
"My name is Vincent Black, you can call me dad."
I tilted my head, "Calling strangers 'dad' isn't really my thing 𝘔𝘳. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬"
An amused smile graced his face, making him look much younger. He motioned for me to take a seat on the other side of the table.
"What happened to my father?" I asked leaning back in the chair, enjoying the way his smile vanished instantly.
"He wasn't your father, kid." He spoke gravely.
"He was to me and you saying otherwise won't change it. Stop calling me kid, I have a name you know."
He raised a brow at me, "It's been years since someone talked to me in that tone, 𝘬𝘪𝘥"
