Shadows In Durango

Chapter 114

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

The basement door slammed shut behind me with a deafening thud, and for a split second, I felt a surge of relief.

Ashton's yells were muffled now, his voice echoing from the depths below as my body heaved for more air.

My hands shook as I fumbled with the keys, trying desperately to lock him in there, to trap him down there where he couldn't get to me ever again. But my hands, they just wouldn't stop trembling!

"Shit!" I curse, suddenly growing desperate, before the keys slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the floor and disappearing under a nearby cabinet.

"No! I don't have the time for this!" I hissed to myself, dropping to my knees, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I glanced back and forth between the basement door and the darkness underneath the cabinet. My fingers scrambled over the cold tiles, searching, but the sound of Ashton's furious, incoherent shouts grew louder and I knew I had to make a move soon... He was climbing the stairs to find me!

I couldn't wait any longer or risk being dragged back down there again knowing that his strength undoubtedly overpowered my own...

Panic seized up in my chest, and I instinctively abandoned the keys and sprinted for the front door deciding to put some distance between us instead.

My breath came in ragged gasps as I threw myself against it, twisting the handle wildly, praying and half expecting that it would just be open.

But of course it wasn't.

It was locked.

Another thing Ashton had carefully considered incase this was to happen!

"No, no, no!" I cried, pulling even harder, banging my fists against the thick wood in frustration. There was no key in sight, nothing to unlock it with and I didn't even know where to start looking.

I screamed out loudly, now petrified that there was no way out.

"I'LL FUCKING END YOU FOR THIS SOFIA!" His insanity filled bellow in the distance is enough to send my feet flying on their own accord up the nearest staircase, my feet barely touching the steps as I raced up them. My chest tightened, suffocating under the weight of the fear I was experiencing. I didn't doubt for one second that he would kill me.

Right now, this was most definitely a life or death scenario... he wouldn't forgive me after this...

My body felt like it was moving on pure desperation now, survival instincts overriding everything else.

The upstairs hallway was dim, the light from the afternoon sun barely filtering in through the small windows, casting long, eerie shadows across the walls.

What day was it? How long had I been stuck here? I didn't know... anywhere between a few hours, days or even weeks?! I had passed out on I don't know how many instances that I had lost all sense of time.

I glanced around wildly, searching for somewhere to hide - anywhere where I could buy myself some more time just to think of a new escape.

A door was slightly ajar at the end of the hallway, and without hesitation, I rushed toward it, shoving it open before slamming it closed behind me.

and stale, the curtains drawn over tight as my eyes grew wider at the sight

where Ashton's grandmother lay still

through me for a second seeing her kind face- maybe she could help, maybe she could get me out of here or

whispered urgently, rushing to her

trip out over each other in

breathing seeming non existent. My eyes flicked to the bedside table where a bottle of pills lay tipped over,

wave of nausea hits me as the reality set in- she

something else, she

my own

hinting that he was still in pain from the attack. Terror

on a heavy lamp on the bedside table and without thinking, I grabbed it and yanked it

to the window, my fingers shaking as I pulled

sight of the outside world — a glimpse of freedom-made my heart lurch,

on the second floor, but I didn't care. I'd rather jump down on to

a trembling breath, I raised the lamp and smashed it against the

everywhere, the sound ringing through the room as shards flew in all directions - instantly cutting my

my face and filling my

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the broken window, ignoring the added stings

to keep my balance. The wind whipped

few times to

to his ear, standing on the porch of one of

black baseball jacket with his initials

was as though my mind struggled to catch up with what I was seeing - was this real? Was I maybe hallucinating

up to me, as the sight before me remained

He was real!

voice cracking as I waved frantically at him with one hand, waiting for him to turn and find me. "DARYL HELP ME, P-PLEASE! IM STUCK

as he quickly jolts around as soon as he hears me, his head snapping up in surprise to

of his head as

stared, as if he

shouted, my voice breaking with sudden desperation. "P-PLEASE!" I screamed again, now beginning to

next, scrambling off of the neighbours porch as he sprinted across the road towards me,

he got closer, he called up to me. "Sofia? What the

panic as I turn to look back at the smashed window in fear that

confusion to urgency. He was almost at the front door now, his hand reaching for the handle but finding it to be locked

he was about to do. "The door's locked,

there was a loud smash from below, indicating that another window had been broken, as

was coming up to get