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.

back to the hospital. Back to Emma, and more importantly, back to

him there the first time. The thought of hopefully seeing him awake this time, hearing his voice... it was

an excruciatingly quiet experience for the

I felt cold and awkward, like we were both balancing on the edge of

promised to - but I could feel his frustration in the way his

though, even though it made my anxiety coil tighter with each passing

I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to everything we

The stalkers.

The pictures.

business dealings

offered

The proposed marriage.

Ashton.

Daryl being shot.

little detail played on a loop in my head, making

had it even gotten to this

father still looming over my life like an attached shadow that

over heels for a guy whose damn

had fucked this up so much that it was hard to see a way out... to find a

father was managing to pull the strings through the use of Vincent, the last guy I thought he would ever be able to get to... helping him to get to me! Vincent walked right in

seat, glancing back out of

I had no idea what the future held for me

good was there here for me? For Vincent? For any of

a beacon in the dark and for the first time, I was actually ecstatic to see

that being back there, seeing Emma, Daryl and Reid might give me some clarity on what to do, or at least they would be a distraction

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

hospital parking lot, the car coming to a slow, quiet stop. The tension between us was

the glowing hospital entrance, so close but suddenly feeling

us,

meant it by the way..." Vincent's steady words find my ears, as I

concludes, as I swallow the lump of guilt

door handle to get out, stepping out into the cool

find a way to move past all

clear that he was trying, I would give him

me out of my head space. The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the sterile hum of the building reminded me of