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?

the ongoing storm and down the street - blaming the alcohol for

suffocated and somewhat

the party and had chose to spend his time

he didn't have to pretend to be the nice guy with me all week, buying me coffee and touching my ass... he was only sending mixed

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

a quick walk, unsure of where

my hair and makeup, but I didn't care. I was drunk, emotional and

the party, but with my life as a whole. It sucked. Whenever I felt somewhat ok, something

as my thoughts began to catch up with me,

fucking house key is back in

I was lost and even if I did manage to

of

so dramatic and uncalled for! All because Vincent yelled at us and then I found Daryl

I

comfort zone, especially when Vincent was being cruel, and this time, he

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 falling head

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pulling up, as I glance up when hearing the

dragging me into their car

here..." I glance up to the hooded figure in surprise, shocked to

fine." I all but sniffle, before he reaches down and practically drags me to

breakdown further, as he instantly moves to

bad boy of

he was, hunting me down during the storm to comfort

Nothing makes sense.

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

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

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

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

is worried sick about you, you shouldn't have fucking left!" Vincent begins to lecture,