Shadows In Durango

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

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

The second Vincent slammed his foot down on the gas, the quiet calm of the night completely shattered in to a million pieces.

My heart was already pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out through my ribs, but his sudden speed had me gripping the seatbelt tight, my knuckles white.

He was saying something, a low ramble that I could barely make out over the thrum of panic in my mind.

My brothers were here.

They were here.

They knew where I was again...

That hardening fact kept echoing, growing louder with every second, until I couldn't focus on anything else.

What the heck did I expect? I should have left this town when I first had the chance!

"Sofia, listen to me," Vincent's voice broke through the haze, edged with urgency, but it only pulled me further into a panic. "They don't know where we are right now or where we're headed either. I'll get you somewhere safe, just breathe" Breathe?!

The word felt foreign, impossible.

I couldn't breathe; I was choking on sheer fear.

My father's face flashed across in my mind, cold and calculating, always looming somewhere in the background of my pathetic life.

He had always found a way to make me feel small, powerless and now, even states away, he'd managed to find me again.

I wasn't safe.

I'd never be safe from him unless I was actually dead.

That was the only way to escape him!

The nausea built up quickly, a sour heat in my stomach, with my vision blurring as I struggled to keep it down.

"Pull over," I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a whisper, but Vincent heard me instantly.

looked over, his brows furrowed with worry. "Sofia,

The words came out in a rush, desperate, and I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up to

he veered off the road, coming to a halt just by the

stumbled out, the cool night air hitting me just as

the fear, frustration, exhaustion - all came pouring out violently, onto

if it were trying to rid itself of the past

hand reach my back, feeling steady and warm, helping to ground

knelt beside me, his palm rubbing slow, soothing circles

left but dry heaves, he stayed there, silent, his steady presence almost making it bearable to still be alive. When the worst of it passed, I slumped back on to the

couldn't keep the fear

father was coming to get

were already

I was trapped.

hiccuping between shallow breaths. "I... I'm so sorry, Vincent. I thought I could leave that life behind, but it's like... it's like they're

keep up, and then his arms were around me, pulling me close to him in one swift movement. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. It never will be. I'm going

because in that moment, I felt

of something good, something real that we at least shared beside all

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facing them on

me to go back with them... I can't go back, Vincent. He's going to want me dead!" My fingers twisted into the black fabric of his jacket,

head back to look up

away. I promise you that." He states. A broken laugh escaped me, caught somewhere between a sob and a gasp. "Vincent, they're all horrible people! You don't know

hadn't heard before. "I'm not afraid of them and neither should you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long as you're with

him. I wanted to feel that hope he was so sure of, but

word, every controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more than just fear by now; it was a certainty, a truth

to

Not with my family.

different version of my life - one where I was free to make my own choices, to live without the constant dread that shadowed my every step. But would those

voice a low whisper that washed over me. "You're safe right here. Right now. With me. We'll figure this out together, I swear. Just trust me, I know it's hard after everything I've done, but I only want to help you." He

speak, so I just nodded, allowing myself to

and then I'm taking you to one of

for a moment, lifting his hands to wipe at my wet cheeks, before he places each of his palms on either side of my face; "You're too fucking pretty to be crying like this all the time... I'm going to put a stop to them if it's the

the car, I felt like I was trapped in a daze, every nerve

panic, but the fear clung

of my seatbelt brought me back to reality, and I glanced up to find Vincent watching me, his jaw set, the fire

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