Shadows In Durango

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

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

I closed the bathroom door over behind me, twisting the lock even though I knew Vincent would make sure that no one bothered me... My hands were shaking as I reached for the shower knobs, twisting them up to the hottest temperature I could bear.

Steam started to fog the mirror quickly, helping to blur the reflection of my face-a face I barely recognised after all that had happened.

I undressed and quickly stepped in under the water, letting it beat down on me, scalding but strangely comforting at the same time.

I used the soap that was already in there to scrub at my arms first, then at my neck, hard enough that my skin turned red before moving down my body.

I wanted to feel clean, needing to erase everything they'd done everything they'd taken from me and were still trying to take from me...

When I'd scrubbed every inch of myself to the point of rawness, I stood there with the water pounding down for a few more minutes, breathing hard, the steam wrapping around me like a thick fog.

But no matter how hot I turned it or how long I stood under it, the memory of them still lingered, clinging to my skin like a ghost I couldn't rid myself from.

I had no idea how long I'd been in there, but eventually, I turned the water off and climbed out, wrapping myself up in a towel.

Vincent had said there were clothes in the drawers, so I left the bathroom before I pulled one open, finding an array of black T-shirts and sweatshirts. Lifting up the sweatshirt deciding to be warmer, I brought it to my nose to smell it - finding it to be clean.

I slipped it on, before grabbing a pair of white boxer shorts and some white thick socks, finishing off with pulling a pair of matching black sweatpants up over my legs - the fabric being too loose and almost sliding down to my ankles before I tied the strings tightly.

I didn't care how I looked. I at least felt somewhat clean and comfortable now.

I walked over and sat back down on the bed. The house was too quiet for my liking, as I wondered why Vincent hadn't come back for me yet...

I looked around the room, suddenly feeling so small in this vast, empty space.

I couldn't believe that my brothers had made their way to Vincent's home which I so very nearly walked right in to....

I felt myself start to crumble, my eyes welling up again, hugging my arms tightly around myself as a weak attempt to find comfort.

I couldn't hold it together any longer.

came out faster, tumbling out of me as I clutched at Vincent's sweatshirt, my hands gripping the

the door creak open a moment later, and then Vincent was there, crossing

his hand reaching up to touch my cheek gently, brushing away the tears. "I'm back, everything's going to be ok..." he hushed, and without saying another word, he wrapped his arms around

voice a gentle rumble against my ear. "I've got you, Sofia. You're

coaxing me to slow my breathing once again. I focused on the feeling of him, the steady rise and fall

presence felt solid

inside me began to settle, my breaths coming more evenly, and I felt my heart start to

to stroke softly along my arm, a quiet rhythm that matched the words

any of it, but in that moment, I let

looking up at him. The tension that had kept me on edge was still there, just beneath the surface, but for now, I was

going to do? My brothers... they won't stop until..." I trailed off,

"We'll

truth of his words seep in.

shifted so he could look me in the eye fully, his gaze intense, unwavering as it melted in to my own. "I promise you. I'm not going anywhere, Sofia. No matter what fucking happens, we'll figure it all out. You'll be happy and

full experience. You won't find the

mine, his fingers lacing through mine as he brought our joined hands up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss against my knuckles,

What are you thinking?" I question, the nerves evident in my quivering

breath, his eyes flickering with something dark, as if he'd already weighed each of our options

pausing as if to gather

we build a life somewhere far from here, maybe in a different country? Until they give up. I don't exactly want to move abroad, but I'd do

simplicity of that option - just disappearing, starting over in

sick of hiding, sick of moving around from place to place and waiting for them to catch up... it

about Daryl? Reid? We couldn't just leave them all behind

I found myself asking,

as he hesitated. "Well there's... the option of dealing with them directly. By... removing them." His features were solid,

straighter, trying to comprehend his words. "Remove them? You're talking about... murder? B-But you'd go to jail! I don't want

this about me, if we're trying to be honest in this whole thing now... but it wouldn't be the first time for me." Vincent states, as I wait an extra second for him to tell me he was joking -

he's killed someone

my eyes widening and my

flicker of regret there, as though he hated putting such an image of

full experience.

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