Shadows In Durango

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?

ongoing storm and down the street - blaming

suffocated and

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

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

panicking slightly as I felt suddenly trapped, before I recognise a small button by the foot path

it works, I take off in a quick walk, unsure of where I

my hair and makeup, but

with my life as a whole. It sucked. Whenever I felt somewhat ok, something would bring me

slow down in my walk, as my thoughts began to catch up with me, before I suddenly

in my backpack

stranded! I was lost and even if I did manage to find

of the pavement,

out? That was so dramatic and uncalled for! All because Vincent yelled at us

I

especially when Vincent was being cruel, and this

He was only being nice to me this week and yet I was pretty much falling head over heels for

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pulling up, as I glance

the dark, deciding that if it was some psychotic killer dragging me into their car that I wouldn't be

get up... it's ok, come here..." I glance up to the hooded figure in surprise, shocked to find Vincent to be the one standing

down and practically drags me to stand upright

possibly fight him off, I all but breakdown further, as he instantly moves to crush me into his chest in a tight and protective embrace. This was Vincent

boy

he was, hunting me down during the storm to

Nothing makes sense.

you'll get the fucking flu sitting out here." Vincent pulls back, taking my arm and leading me back to the

allow for my fate to play out, as he starts up

then when I realise just how soaked and cold I was, beginning to shiver in my

not driving yet, as he turns to look at me - his features

begins to lecture, as