Shadows In Durango

Chapter 56

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

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and disoriented. The events of the previous night replayed in my mind reminding me of a good movie with a bad ending.

I glanced around at my familiar room, remembering back to how Daryl had kissed me so passionately only before insisting that I leave his room before things would get out of hand.

He claimed that I 'wasn't ready', which I can understand why he would think that since he was a total gentleman at the best of times, but I felt that I was.

I was at least ready to experience something in my life - something exciting and meaningful - something that I had control over for once.

I wanted nothing more than to explore something new with him, feeling now that I could trust him in that way.

But thinking back to how the whole night had ended yesterday, I was sort of glad that he called it quits because last night would have been far from romantic... nothing like how I had imagined my first time. Vincent had openly called me a whore, and I didn't need to be proving him right...

Emma hadn't returned to my room last night, and I did wonder if she had managed to sort things out with Reid?

I crank my neck to the side seeing that the sunlight was streaming in through the window seeming almost too bright as I sat up and rubbed at my tired eyes with a stretch. I could hear faint voices downstairs, and doors opening and closing around the house which gained my curiosity knowing that the others were awake.

I needed to face them after last night, especially Vincent, but the thought alone made my stomach churn.

With a deep breath, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I stared at my reflection, my eyes still puffy from crying but my hair bright and blonde just how I liked it.

The pink cowboy hat sat on the bathroom counter, a reminder of last night's ill-fated fun.

I finished up before making my way downstairs, finding Daryl in the kitchen, brewing what looked to be coffee.

He looked up and smiled warmly when he saw me before I glanced around at the rest of the kitchen finding no sign of Vincent just yet.

"Morning, Sofia. How are you feeling today?" he asked, opening up a cupboard before filling and handing me a mug of my own.

"A little better, thanks to you, at least you don't hate me around here right?" I replied with a dry laugh, before taking a sip. The warmth of the coffee was a comforting gesture. "Where is Vincent anyway?"

car was gone. We'll

to face Vincent yet, but I couldn't avoid him forever - especially whilst

on my heels and walked into the living room, where Reid was flipping through a magazine with a bored expression and Emma was

I entered, their

want to wake you!" Emma asked, concern in her

everything had gone down at the bar, but I wasn't willing to make

"Sofia look, I think we got off on the wrong foot..." Reid begins, occasionally glancing to Emma as he speaks - as though seeking her approval.

first came to town..." He chooses his words carefully as I remain silent and give him the time to

was at least trying his best to make things right? I can't

do like Emma and I also don't want

he was evidently growing

I would apologise to you and

Reid." I beam, feeling relieved that he had seemed genuine in his apology despite the other side of him I had seen many times before

for us to get along, since it was clear she was dabbling in

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be around me often, so what

He squints, seeming confused with how quickly

so I'll give you another chance." I nod again with a shrug to confirm, watching his shoulders relax as he turns to look back at

hide things... Reid asked me to be his girlfriend last night!" Emma blurts out,

I'm happy for you guys!" I smile, feeling shocked that Emma's night seemed to have ended well unlike how Vincent had treated

clear that she and Reid were genuinely trying to make things work between them and that Reid

- surprising me with his more sheepish side. It was strange

once to agree with her words. Before I could respond, the front door is heard opening and closing from down the hall causing me to still, before

asked, his voice softer than

nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination to defend myself today. Vincent had crossed a line,

to the backyard for some privacy, the air cool and

running a hand through his

of line. I shouldn't have called you those names or dragged you out of the bar like I did. I've thought it over and I was wrong, and so for that, I'm sorry." He concludes, glancing towards

apologies in the same morning? The lord

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