Shadows In Durango

Chapter 91

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

I take the piece of paper from Ashton's hand, my fingers trembling as I grip it tightly.

My mind feels like it's splitting into a million different directions. Part of me wants to rip the paper in half and throw it in his face, but another part of me, the small, tired part that still holds onto old memories, is too drained to fight. Ashton was a ghost from my past, one that I never thought I'd have to face ever again, especially not here. Not now. Not when everything else in my life was already so chaotic.

"I need to go," I murmur, my voice barely audible. I don't wait for his response, don't even glance back at him, as I shove the note into my jacket pocket and head for the door.

The second I'm outside the storage room, I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the cool, musty air of the school hallway. My heart was still pounding in my ears, and I felt like I might collapse right here and now in the corridor if I don't make a

move.

I force myself to keep walking, my legs shaky but moving on autopilot.

Before I even realise it, I'm outside, heading straight for the football field bleachers which were usually quiet at this time in the day. I pull out my phone with trembling hands, fumbling to send Emma a text, unsure of what else to do. 'Please meet me at the bleachers as soon as you can. You won't believe what just happened to me, I'm freaking out!'

I don't explain much over text, because I can't. Not yet. My mind is still reeling from the shock of seeing Ashton, from everything he said, and the thought of what might happen to my life next.

Seeing another earlier notification from Vincent, I debate on telling him that I had ran into some trouble, but after reading his words - I quickly refrain from that idea.

'You have to give me some time. Trust me when I'm saying that this shit isn't anything little, it's extremely important. I'm waiting to speak to my father and after that, I'll be able to let you in on what's going on. All I'm asking for right now is some patience from you, let me handle my business first.'

It was clear that he was preoccupied with more important stuff and I couldn't just expect him to drop all of that to baby me...

that easy this time around, not with Vincent

didn't want to

to process all of this before I can even begin to make sense of it and I

sit down at the far end of the bleachers, hugging my knees in to my chest as I wait for Emma. The cold metal of the bench seeps through my jeans, but I barely feel it. All I can think about is Ashton — his face, his words, his

just have

so tangled up

at the empty field, my thoughts racing and the tears threatening to spill.

should have been peaceful, but I can't shake the anxiety bubbling up inside of

Ashton wasn't lying? What if he really wasn't here to hurt me? Could I trust him? Should I? Probably not, judging on his

have called him, but I didn't want to add to whatever crap he was already

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don't even notice Emma approaching until she's right in front

Her expression is full of concern, her brows

for a moment, I don't even know where

to begin..." I

all out and I'll just listen..." Emma urges gently, placing a hand on my arm. "Whatever it is, I'm here to help and it will be ok. You don't have to go through

free. They spill down my cheeks, hot and fast, and I cover my face with my hands, trying to stifle the sobs that are threatening

hell happened to make you this upset? Is it about Vincent or Daryl? Or did

about from back home. He's here, at this school!" I sob loudly next, hearing Emma audibly gasp

"What?! Are you sure it's him? When did you see him? Did he see

even know I was here. Said he had to leave home because my father and brothers were making his life hell after I left..." I recite what he had told me in

so you believe him? What if he's here to spy?!" She asks exactly what I had feared

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