Shadows In Durango

Chapter 42

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

"Oh jeez! I totally forgot about school today! We missed it!" I panic loudly, as Vincent scoffs at my words.

"Is that seriously a concern of yours right now?" He grumbles, as I shrug and widen my eyes once more.

I forgot about Emma too! She will be worried sick!

"I have to text Emma!" I tell him, before turning to fetch my phone from the upstairs bedroom I had slept in last night.

I race up the steps towards the door, grabbing it from the bedside table from its charger before unlocking it with the passcode.

Two missed calls and six texts... two from Daryl and four from Emma...

Clicking on to Emma first, feeling guilty for leaving her alone at school today I read over the messages slowly:

'Let me know how work goes tonight, good luck!'

'Hey did you get home ok tonight? You said you'd text!'

'Morning! Meet you at the front entrance again today?'

'Ok seriously Sofia you're scaring me... you can't ignore texts and then not show up to school, I'll report you missing you know!!! Text me back...'

Feeling terrible, I quickly hammer my fingers down against the keyboard to respond to her, seeing that it was nearing lunch time and knowing that she would be able to check her messages then.

'Hey I am so so soooo sorry! I had the craziest night I'll have to call you when you finish school to tell you all about it... things kicked off at the bar and it all went down hill from there. I slept in today but I'll fill you in later: I promise!!' Hitting send, I breathe out a sigh of relief knowing Emma would find some comfort in hearing from me again.

At least she cared...

away from my chat with her to switch over to

visiting my grandparents for two days... I haven't forgot about you or our kiss incase

be forced to drive back early

crash through me, I hammer my thumbs down yet again, almost cackling at how unaware Daryl was with everything that had happened. Little does he know I might be living with him if

a lot to catch up on, maybe call

what I wanted to say as best I could. Vincent would be the best person to tell him about my situation, saving me the

back downstairs to

a wicked temper that I saw as a result of things not going his own way at the bar last night, but we all can't be perfect. Walking towards the kitchen, I can hear his loud voice talking but don't find him anywhere to

find his back facing me as he holds a phone up

Stop acting like a little bitch, this isn't about you!" He scolds harshly, as I wonder who he was talking to

other person to speak he suddenly laughs, his head rolling back with

for

He's seriously bipolar...

here and that's final." He states clearly, causing me to audibly gasp - as Vincent whips around to face me. He eyes me for a moment as Daryl rages in his ear and

He mumbles, before hitting the red button to

Vincent scoffs, as I nod slowly before he smirks and

around us and how spacious and secluded it is. It was a peaceful

as the sun shone down on us (although the heat today

Vincent informs me, as if I already hadn't figured

considering I only just

talk to you, he text me." I mumble, playing with the hem

he has your number and I don't?" Vincent hums, arms

like a child being interrogated for misbehaving, the way his tone

as more of a question as I couldn't fathom what