Shadows In Durango

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

*****Sofia's POV*****

We quickly leave the busy room following behind Vincent's large frame as he quickened his strides, occasionally turning back to shoot us daggers.

Were we dancing weird? Maybe giving him a shown up at his party? Perhaps people were questioning why and who even invited us in the first place? Maybe Daryl didn't tell him that we were coming?

Speaking of Daryl, where even is he? I think, as we approach the kitchen from behind Vincent.

He comes to a stand still, as I struggle to see much from behind his back, deciding to step aside to get a better view only to find...

Oh...

There's Daryl...

Passionately kissing another girl.

"Wait what?!" I hear Emma gasp from beside me, as Vincent eyes his friend who was currently engrossed in whatever red head he had pinned up against the wall before turning to glance down at my shocked expression.

I was stunned and felt somewhat embarrassed, simply because Daryl had been the one to invite me here tonight only to wind up locked in with another girl... It hurt...

It seemed out of character for him too...

But maybe I didn't actually know him as well as I thought I did, I had only been here for a damn week after all.

I could have sworn he was flirting with me, but maybe he's just a flirty guy? Clearly he is... but all I could say was that it sucked to feel how I felt right now.

I felt as though I had been punched in the gut.

Vincent quickly grabs a nearby cup, launching it in Daryl's direction across the room - spilling its contents down the pair as the girl screams and Daryl turns to find the culprit in a rage - only to find us by the door instead. His eyes meet mine, as his features soften, and all I can think to do in that moment is to turn and run.

I needed away from them, away from him, away from this party... and what else was I better at than running away when times get tough?

door, out into the ongoing storm and down the street

felt suffocated and

the good guy, he invited us to the party and had chose to spend his time with us for most of

pretend to be the nice guy with me all week, buying me coffee and touching my ass... he

before

a quick walk, unsure of where I was

my hair and makeup, but I

whole. It sucked. Whenever I felt somewhat ok, something would bring me crashing

thoughts began to catch up with me, before I suddenly throw my head back and groan

key is back in my backpack in Daryl's

stranded! I was lost and even if I did manage to find my way, I had literally nowhere

of the pavement, allowing myself

I run out? That was so dramatic and uncalled for! All because Vincent yelled

I

especially when Vincent was

was a fool to think that he ever had feelings for me in the first place. He was only being nice to me this week and yet I was pretty much

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in my drunken thoughts, I barely noticed a car pulling up, as I glance up when hearing the door slam

that if it was some psychotic killer dragging me

I glance up to the

before he reaches down and practically drags me to stand upright

off, I all but breakdown further, as he instantly moves to crush

bad boy

me down during the storm to

Nothing makes sense.

out here." Vincent pulls back, taking my arm and leading

to play out, as he starts up his car again and puts

soaked and cold I was, beginning to shiver in my seat

he turns to look at me - his features hard and as concentrated as what

shouldn't have fucking left!" Vincent begins to lecture, as I

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