Lucia PoV
I had done a great deal unpacking and was quite satisfied with my efforts the evening, after weird experience outside and the conversation with Angela it felt nice to do something ordinary, I was singing along to Chris Isaak's Wicked Game one of my favorite songs, when the door was slammed open, and a very visibly upset Vincent stomped inside, he closed the door with such a force I was nervous it would tear of its hinges.
"WHY? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he roared at me.
"Vincent STOP IT!"
"YOU DON'T GET TO VINCENT ME, ALL MY LIFE YOU HAVE CLAIMED YOU DID NOT KNOW WHO MY FATHER WAS, WE WERE FORCED LIVING WITH THE LIKES OF ANDRÉ, FORCING ME TO NEVER HAVE A CHILDHOOD, FORCING ME TO LISTEN TO HOW HE MISTREATED YOU EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. SO WHY MUM? WHY WHOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN MY FAT
