Shadows In Durango

Chapter 106

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

Groaning loudly, I flop back down on to the crummy sofa in the centre of the cold hard basement.

There was absolutely nothing in here from what I could see that could help me get out. Nothing decent to even defend myself with.

It was as though Ashton had already thought this whole plan through to the end - proving himself to be a master criminal at the mere age of eighteen. What a fucking asshole!

I was so upset, so angry at myself for landing myself in this mess. The second he had pulled up in his car I should have ran for the hills...

All I could think of was that I should have told Vincent all about seeing Ashton at school when I had the chance. He was smart, he would have looked in to him right away if anything like this happened to me, but he didn't even know about him being here...

I hoped that Emma would think to tell him all about me running in to Ashton at school, maybe from there he would somehow be able to find and save me?

But I doubt it, I'm being extremely hopeful and extremely unrealistic. For all I knew, Vincent had let me run off in my childish meltdown, not bothering to chase after me like he had done before in the past.

I straighten up immediately, hearing the door unlock from the top of the steps, it creaking open and shining a brighter light down in to the darkened space.

My best chance here is to play along for now...

Make him believe that I'm really trying to work on 'us' and maybe he will trust me enough to take me outside?

Once I can get outside, somewhere public, I'll be able to find help...

"Here we go! Toast and beans!" He announces, as though it were a gourmet meal he had just whipped up, as I crank open a tight smile - with it failing to reach my eyes.

He was dangerous...

But I had to play nice...

any water?" I ask, watching

on me, placing the tray down beside

answering, he walks across to the fridge, opening it and revealing a full stock of bottled water filling the space

already thought of that

me, causing for me to gulp in sudden realisation. How long was he planning to hold me down here? If he had stocked up on so many bottles for me? Shivering, my eyes follow him as he grabs one and closes the door back

demands, pulling up a stool as he sits much closer than what I had liked for

reach down for the tray, using my other to lift one of the bread

that I eat he just watches me, almost mesmerised by my actions as I fight back the feelings of dread

don't know how I'm going to get

in so long..." He announces, leaning his elbows on his thighs, reaching closer to me as I shift in the chair ever so slightly.

take another bite, the food almost tasteless in my mouth. It's hard to focus on anything but the looming sense of insanity that fills the space between us. The more I try to keep my composure, the more

down, focusing on the toast, trying to force my hands to stop shaking each time that I

of the basement. "So, Sofia... What's it been like for you? In town, I mean." His voice is low,

adventure continues. Join us for

a slip-up of some kind, like he already knows the answers that

my throat dry despite the water bottle he had handed me. "It's been fine," I lie, forcing a smile that feels like a mask, one

eyes narrowing slightly as though he's dissecting every little word, every little movement. The silence stretches out, thick and burning, as he studies me like I'm some kind of puzzle he's determined

funny, because I remember you being so upset on that sidewalk, so desperate to get away from me and from

refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. If I

trembling slightly despite my best efforts. "I just... needed some

for now. "Space, huh?" He seems to mull over my words, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll give you all the space you want down here, Sofia. But you know, sometimes the best way to fix things... is to stop running."

I was like a mouse that had

here to fix our past relationship - he wants to fully control and trap

idea how far he's willing

take a long drink from the bottle of water, trying to keep my focus, trying to hold it together long enough to figure out what to

on the run Ashton..." I say carefully, glancing at him briefly and seeing

just watches me with those unnerving eyes of his. Then, slowly, his lips

didn't understand your father's ways. Neither did I after spending some more time with him believe it or not, I realised he was crazy..." he trails off, before carrying on in his self amusement, "But I wonder how he would feel now after knowing that I had managed to catch his daughter when he couldn't?" He

that I'm here..." my voice suddenly croaks, breaking finally as I sniffle to hold back my