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.

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

bed, where Ashton's grandmother

a second seeing her kind face- maybe she could help, maybe she could get me out of here or talk some sense in to

whispered urgently, rushing to her side and grabbing her frail arm,

words trip out over each other in a panic, but when she doesn't even stir,

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

wave of nausea hits me as the reality set in- she wasn't waking up

pills or something

my own

that he was still in pain from the attack. Terror twisted itself in to my gut, and

and without thinking, I grabbed it

swiftly to the window, my fingers

glimpse of freedom-made

jump down on

I raised the lamp and smashed it against

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

air rushed in, hitting my

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climbed through the broken window, ignoring the added stings of glass against my palms, as I made my

were slick beneath my feet, the slant of the roof making it hard to keep my

then - as I blinked a few times to view my surroundings

a phone held up to his ear, standing on the porch of one of the

oversized black baseball jacket with his initials on

to catch up with what I was seeing - was this real? Was I

me, as the sight before me remained the same for longer - it was

He was real!

frantically at him with one hand, waiting for him to turn and find

as soon as he hears me, his head snapping up in

out of his head as they locked

a slight moment, he just stared, as if he couldn't believe what he

breaking with sudden desperation.

porch as he sprinted across the road towards me, his face

he called up to

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

almost at the front door now, his hand reaching for the handle but finding it to be locked

realising what he was

from below, indicating that another window had been

coming up to