Shadows In Durango

Chapter 127

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

By the time we finally left Vincent's place, I was surprised to find the sky blanketed in darkness. How had it gotten so late, so fast?!

It felt like we had been talking for hours and it was clear now that we actually had been...

My head was still spinning from everything that had come out during our conversation too as I struggled to make sense of it all.

I had used the bathroom briefly before we left, finding my face to be extremely puffy and raw - nothing new at this point since I seemed to always cry over my sad fuck up of a life - regardless of how hard I would try to fight back the tears! But as I now sat amongst the rumbling engine of the car, reflecting, I had to say that the main statement that stole the show tonight was when Vincent said he loved me.

Vincent Walker actually said that he loved me? Let that sink in...

I was still trying to wrap my head around it, the way those words had just slipped out of his mouth so carelessly.

My breathing increased at the memory alone, as I refused to look at him during the entire drive.

Did he even realise what he'd said?

Or was it just something he thought might help to fix things between us?

How many girls had he said the exact same thing to before in the past?!

I had been so angry at him, so explosive, with this being the first time that we had finally rehashed the whole secret dealings he had made with my father behind my back, and honestly, I felt that I had every right to react how I did... Keeping something like that from me... it was a betrayal, no questions asked.

But now, with a long silence settled between us, giving me time to look back on our heated dispute, a knot of guilt soon began to creep its way in.

I had lashed out on him incredibly hard, harder than I had ever done in my whole life with anyone else, and maybe, just maybe, I hadn't given him a fair shot to apologise.

He had said sorry over and over again but I didn't want to fall vulnerable to believing him so easily. I just wish I hadn't yelled like I had, cutting him off whenever he tried to explain things to me...

Surprisingly, Vincent hadn't lost his temper once with me today - even when he was being screamed at. That alone was worth brownie points, and hinted that he did actually feel guilty for it all or he would have made more of an effort to defend himself.

I suddenly felt bad, like I had been the one who had crossed a line with how the conversation went, but would I admit that right now?

No way.

I wouldn't.

Not yet.

to hurry up and get back to the hospital. Back to Emma, and more importantly, back to

since we'd left him there the first time. The thought of hopefully seeing him awake this time, hearing his voice... it was

excruciatingly quiet experience

and I felt cold and awkward, like we were both balancing on the edge of something fragile, too afraid to push

feel his frustration in the way his

even though it made my anxiety coil

us, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back

The stalkers.

The pictures.

dealings between our

money offered

The proposed marriage.

Ashton.

Daryl being shot.

played on a loop in my head, making me

it even gotten to

my life like an attached shadow that I couldn't

for a guy whose damn father was in connection with

much that it was hard to see a way out... to

he would ever be able to get to... helping him to get to me! Vincent walked

my seat, glancing back out of the window with a shaky

had no idea what the future held for me staying

good was there here for me? For Vincent? For

coming up in the distance, its familiar glow a beacon in the dark and for the first time, I was actually ecstatic to see

at least they would be a distraction from the chaos

loved me, and I wasn't even sure how to

tension between us was suffocating, each second stretching painfully as neither of us

hospital entrance, so close but

between us, so much I

words find my ears, as I force myself to look across at

believe that I love you Sofia..." He concludes, as I

handle to get out, stepping out into the cool night air and waiting for Vincent to

across the car, as his face longed to hear me say something, anything, as I cleared my throat. "Hopefully I'll find a way to move past all of this, just give me time to figure it out." I nod, wishing I could give him more... feeling bad

was trying, I would

like a shock, momentarily pulling me out of my head space. The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the