#aurora sinclair

“Trust me sweetheart, when I get you out of here, I’m gonna get an award,” he muttered out loud, shoving her into the passenger seat. She scrambled for the release only to realize that it wouldn’t open- Bo was always saying that he would fix the faulty door, but it seemed as though he hadn’t quite gotten around to it.

 He tore out of the small town of Ambrose, with Aurora kicking and screaming right next to him. She didn’t settle down when the town was just a speck in the rear view mirror.

 “Fuckin’ Christ, settle down there kid,” he muttered, paling at something that was tearing up the road next to them. Aurora didn’t notice Vincent was driving, with Bo and Lestern in the truck bed. Bo’s nose was bloody, his eyes spelled murder as he aimed his shotgun at the front wheel.

 With an earsplitting BANG, the bullet hit it’s mark, sending the stolen truck skidding all over the road before ending up in a ditch. Aurora smacked her face into the dash, her cries of fear quickly turning to pain as her nose, though not broken, began to bleed.

 She curled into a ball on the seat, his little fists clutching at her nose as her would be “rescuer” hurried to lock the doors in an effort to try and save himself. But his attempt was in vain; Bo was carrying a crowbar, and when he was close enough, he flung it at the window, shattering the glass. He reached inside, cutting up his arm as he did so, and unlocked the door. He yanked the door open, scowling at the man who tried to kidnap his adopted niece.

 “You stupid ass fuck,” Bo snarled, grabbing the man by the throat and hauling him out of the car. “You choose the wrong little girl to kidnap!”

 Aurora was still crying as Lester crawled into the truck, his hazel eyes soft with worried concern.

 “Hey there, sweetpea,” he crooned, picking her up and holding her close to his chest, bouncing her up and down to try and settle her.

 “Wan’ papa,” she whined, wiping her nose with her wrist. The normally nonverbal little girl was now crying so hard she was hiccupping, and quite violently at that.

 Vincent appeared at the open door just then and opened his arms. Little Aurora jumped out of Lester’s hold and crawled across the seat to jump into the masked man’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her bloodied face into his shoulder.

 Vincent hummed a reassuring to the still crying child, blocking her from Bo’s brutality on the adopted Sinclair’s would be “savior” as he walked back towards the yellow pickup truck.

 “Papa?”

 Vincent froze at the little voice. He slowly directed his lone blue eye down to the child in his arms, finding himself meeting her sea green eyes.

 “Papa,” she hummed, content with all at the moment as she snuggled herself back into his gentle hold on her. “Papa. Papa. Papa.” She continued to repeat the title she had gifted the man, even as she was falling asleep.

 Vincent just stood there with a soft smile on his face as he climbed back into the backseat- he would let Lester drive back to Ambrose. He settled himself into his seat, scooping up her toy bunny that she never went anywhere without. He carefully made her left go of his hair and fed the plush into her hand instead. Immediately, her little face relaxed all the way and she let out a content little sigh as she tucked her face into his shoulder all the more.

 “Hey Vince,” Bo grunted, heaving the body into the truckbed and getting in alongside his twin. “How is she?”

 Terrified, Vincent signed as Lester got into the driver’s seat. Which is to be expected- we need to be more careful.

 “Yeah, you’re telling me,” sighed the Sinclair monarch, rubbing his hand alongside Aurora’s back, happy that he could no longer feel her bony spine. “It was my own damned fault- I wasn’t thinking that he could put two plus two together so fast, but then he did and he smashed my nose pretty good.”

 I’ll take a look at it once I get her in bed, Vincent offered only to be waved off.

 “It’s fine, I don’t think it’s broken,” Bo scoffed, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over his chest. “Besides, I’m more worried about Aurora.”

 I think she was more scared than anything else, Vincent said, shifting the little girl in his arms so that he could converse with his twin easier. Aurora’s head tilted back and for the first time Vincent saw that the birthmarked half of her face had a nasty black eye beginning to develop.

 “Fuckin’ Christ,” Bo muttered, running a gentle thumb over her closed eyelid. “That fuckin’ shithead did a number on her?” His resonating anger rolled off him in waves and he clenched his fists, suddenly feeling the strong urge to hurl something and break it. “Don’t turn him into a statue, Vince. I mean it.”

 The silent twin nodded, leaning back and closing his eye, knowing that his daughter would feel comforted by his heartbeat.

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