Rivals | Vanoss Crew | Los Santos AU

Chapter Seven

Tyler huffed and flopped down next to me on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. on.

While he was flipping through channels, I was the one to break the silence. "Do you think they'd be on the news?"

"It's likely. Maybe not right now, but soon. Like I said, it's a big plan." He stopped on the news. Some woman was going on about weather, so I could only assume nothing happened.

"Hey Tyler?" I looked up at him. He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off of the T.V. "How'd you get in this whole gang shit?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I was low on money around five years ago, so I started working for people. I guess I caught the attention of Vanoss, because he took me under his wing."

"Was that a fucking pun?" I scowled.

"Anyway, nothing too interesting." He finally looked away from the screen. "What about you?"

I groaned. "Great, this story. Alright, I hung out with the wrong people in high school. They drank, smoke, some did hardcore drugs. We were like sixteen. Anyway, my mom found out and she tried to help, but me, being the stubborn shithead I am, thought she was trying to ruin my life. So, I ran away with some friends, I know, edgy.

"My mom saw me often, and would offer for me to come back. Again, stubborn shithead. Eventually, I got sober and an old friend contacted me to work for them in Los Santos. Badabing, badaboom, first taste of this life. Eventually, some shit happened so I worked under various clients as a hitman. And that led me here."

He seemed to take this into consideration. "Have you tried contacted your mother?"

I shook my head. "No. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Imagine, your kid running away, refusing all your offers, one day contacting you out of the blue. What would I even say? 'Sorry for not trying to contact you in nine years'?" I pulled my feet to the couch. "That's not how that works." I set my face in my heads. "She did everything right. She was patient, kind, and willing. I fucked up."

He bit his lip and looked down at me. He got up and walked out of the room. He came back a few minutes later with a big, yellow book in his hand. It looked dusty, but I could still tell what it was.

I shook my head. "Tyler, I can't do it."

"It doesn't hurt to see what she's up to. I'm sure we can look her up. What's her name?" I sighed and gave him the information he needed. In about five minutes, we found her. Right by it was her number.

Tyler took out his phone. I put my hand on his arm. "No. Tyler, please."

He grabbed my arm and held it. "Trust me." He eyes pierced into mine. I slowly nodded. He turned back to his phone and dialed in a number. He held it up to his ear.

After a moment or so, he spoke. "Ah, yes, sorry to bother you. Do you happen to be Cary Foster?" There was a pause. "Wonderful. Now, I don't mean to sound rude, but did you happen to have a daughter?" I attempted to get my ear close to the phone while he was talking, but he pushed me down like I was a nosey dog.

He put the phone on speaker, a voice coming through it. "Yes, I had a daughter named Pip."

"Had?" He questioned.

"Yes." There was a slight pause. "She ran away when she was fifteen. After about a year, she vanished. I haven't heard from her in years."

"Do you know why she ran away?" Tyler looked over at me.

"Not in the slightest. I tried to get her back, but she would always refuse." I heard a sniffle from the other side. "I haven't seen her at all in years. Not on the news, not the Internet. Not one bit. We tried to trace her down, but after a while, we assumed that if she wanted us to find her, she would've left clues."

"Well, ma'am, thank you for the information." He voice was kind. "If there isn't anything else, I'll let you go on with your day."

"Thank you, young man. I don't think there's more to say."

I sighed and grabbed his phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, you're not the young man I was talking to. Who is this?"

I opened my mouth. "Um, uh..." I felt a hand on my back. I looked at Tyler to see him smile and nod. "This is, um, Pip. Y-your daughter."