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.

drawn over tight

was dominated by an old bed, where Ashton's grandmother lay still under

began to surge through me for a second seeing her kind face- maybe she could help, maybe

me! I need your help! P-Please can you help me?!" I whispered urgently, rushing to her side

- A-Ashton - he's" My words trip out over each other in a panic,

her body remained limp, her breathing seeming non existent. My eyes flicked to the bedside table where a bottle of

me as the reality set

or something else, she was completely

on my own

that he was still in pain from the attack. Terror twisted itself in to my gut, and I instinctively backed away from the bed, scanning the room for another

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

window, my fingers shaking as I pulled back the

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

I'd rather jump down on

a trembling breath, I raised the

flew in

air rushed in, hitting my face and filling my

the joy of reading with others and spread the

through the broken window, ignoring the added stings of glass against my

to keep my

blinked a few times

up to his ear, standing on the porch of one of the neighbor's houses

baseball jacket with his initials on

mind struggled to catch up with what I was

caught up to me, as the sight before me remained the

He was real!

as I waved frantically at him with one hand, waiting

hears me, his head

and nearly fell out of his head

as if he couldn't believe what he

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

scrambling off of the neighbours porch as he sprinted across

up to me. "Sofia? What the

as I turn to look back at the

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

realising what he was

a loud smash from below, indicating that another window had been

was coming up to