Shadows In Durango

Chapter 98

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

With my phone clutched tightly in my hand, displaying only thirty percent battery, I quickly google to see if any cafes in town were still open - where I could charge up before making my next move. Reaching up, I wipe at my wet cheek, before the search loads and I find one cafe nearby that closes at ten. Great, that gives me an hour and a half to figure out where to go from here...

I couldn't process what had happened back there, as every ounce of my body told me just to get up and run out of there before my father could show up - and so that's exactly what I did.

I kicked off my heels, changed in to a comfier tracksuit, jammed what I could in to my bag - including some cash - and left.

Vincent had been organising sneaky deals behind my back. Arranging a possible marriage between us without even having the decency to tell me about it!

He should have told me from the very beginning that he was even planning to contact my father. Sure, I wouldn't have liked the idea, but I trusted him enough to hear his reasons out.

It was an arranged marriage, just like the first time around - all done completely behind my back and against my will!

It was wrong...

The whole thing was wrong!

This explained a whole lot though, why Daryl had been so uptight and shitty with me, since he probably knew about it and didn't like the idea of us marrying himself - not that I had any say in it though!

But then again if Daryl really liked me like he claimed he did, then he would have told me about it instead of throwing it in my face at dinner just to be spiteful!

As for Vincent, I knew something had been keeping him on edge lately, and this must have been it.

His father was working with mine, and for how long, I didn't know? I couldn't trust any of them, not now, since the whole dinner could have been a complete set up for all I know!

But one solid fact remained, and that was that I couldn't go back to my father.

Not now, not ever.

I quicken my pace as I head down the dimly lit street, each step feeling heavier with the weight of everything I had just learned.

The cool night air bites down at my skin, but it does nothing to calm the storm swirling from inside me.

How could Vincent have done this to me? How could he keep something so huge from me? Especially after I just admitted to liking him only yesterday!

any kind

sharp pang of betrayal hit my chest. Vincent, one of the few people I thought I could finally trust after everything

walk, I think back to the look on his face when he was trying to explain himself - the guilt, the desperation

down now. I need to keep moving. I need to stay in control of this situation for

and relief washes over me to see that it was, in fact,

think for now, to charge my phone and to figure out what my next move is. The last thing I want is to

open the door, the warm air inside hitting me instantly, as I'm greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and the soft hum of quiet conversations from

that it was peaceful in here, a world away from the chaos I

back, my mind racing. What am I going to do? I can't go back to Vincent's house. Not after what just happened. I

still pulling strings, trying to control my life from the shadows, makes my skin crawl. I thought I'd escaped him. I thought that I was finally

what he had ever been before, putting ties together through the use of Vincent and his father...

managed to get

screen lighting up with

followed by messages from the three of them. I stare at it for a moment, my stomach twisting. I don't want to read them, not yet.

Not right now.

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Can I get you a warm drink?" A waitress appears, snapping me from staring down at my buzzing phone, as I

of my head, not wanting to be rude and seem as though I was only in to use their electricity

knowing that something was wrong but choosing to keep quiet on it -

open up my maps app, searching

a plan, and I feel like I'm barely holding it together, but I have

the sad truth of it... but I should have

scroll through the options, trying to figure out what I can afford. I don't have money

of my screen, one from Emma, as my eyes scan

them where you are, I promise! That whole thing was messed up

her words, saddened that I even felt on edge

many secrets for me so far,

this had been

the window, watching the cars

the streetlights blurs as

feel so alone, so lost on what to

to the cafe opens, and the bell above it rings softly,