Shadows In Durango

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

We quickly leave the busy room following behind Vincent's large frame as he quickened his strides, occasionally turning back to shoot us daggers.

Were we dancing weird? Maybe giving him a shown up at his party? Perhaps people were questioning why and who even invited us in the first place? Maybe Daryl didn't tell him that we were coming?

Speaking of Daryl, where even is he? I think, as we approach the kitchen from behind Vincent.

He comes to a stand still, as I struggle to see much from behind his back, deciding to step aside to get a better view only to find...

Oh...

There's Daryl...

Passionately kissing another girl.

"Wait what?!" I hear Emma gasp from beside me, as Vincent eyes his friend who was currently engrossed in whatever red head he had pinned up against the wall before turning to glance down at my shocked expression.

I was stunned and felt somewhat embarrassed, simply because Daryl had been the one to invite me here tonight only to wind up locked in with another girl... It hurt...

It seemed out of character for him too...

But maybe I didn't actually know him as well as I thought I did, I had only been here for a damn week after all.

I could have sworn he was flirting with me, but maybe he's just a flirty guy? Clearly he is... but all I could say was that it sucked to feel how I felt right now.

I felt as though I had been punched in the gut.

Vincent quickly grabs a nearby cup, launching it in Daryl's direction across the room - spilling its contents down the pair as the girl screams and Daryl turns to find the culprit in a rage - only to find us by the door instead. His eyes meet mine, as his features soften, and all I can think to do in that moment is to turn and run.

I needed away from them, away from him, away from this party... and what else was I better at than running away when times get tough?

I ran straight out of there, towards the front door, out into the ongoing storm and down the street - blaming the alcohol for my severe emotions but not caring.

I felt suffocated and somewhat betrayed.

Daryl was supposed to be the good guy, he invited us to the party and had chose to spend his time with us for most of the night.

If he wanted to hook up with people he didn't have to pretend to be the nice guy with me all week, buying me coffee and touching my ass... he was only sending mixed signals!

I reach the closed black gates, panicking slightly as I felt suddenly trapped, before I recognise a small button by the foot path to allow walkers to exit.

Thankful that it works, I take off in a quick walk, unsure of where I was or how I would even get home from here...

But I continued on, allowing the cold rain to completely ruin my hair and makeup, but I didn't care. I was drunk, emotional and overwhelmed.

Not just from the party, but with my life as a whole. It sucked. Whenever I felt somewhat ok, something would bring me crashing right back to reality again.

I slow down in my walk, as my thoughts began to catch up with me, before I suddenly throw my head back and groan loudly.

My fucking house key is back in my backpack in Daryl's damn car!

I was stranded! I was lost and even if I did manage to find my way, I had literally nowhere else to go!

Feeling defeated, I slump down onto the edge of the pavement, allowing myself to sob into my hands.

Why did I run out? That was so dramatic and uncalled for! All because Vincent yelled at us and then I found Daryl wrapped up with some other girl!

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I guess Daryl was my comfort zone, especially when Vincent was being cruel, and this time, he was preoccupied.

I was a fool to think that he ever had feelings for me in the first place. He was only being nice to me this week and yet I was pretty much falling head over heels for the guy without even realising it. I was an idiot!

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Lost in my drunken thoughts, I barely noticed a car pulling up, as I glance up when hearing the door slam shut.

Feeling numb, I just sat there in the dark, deciding that if it was some psychotic killer dragging me into their car that I wouldn't be putting up much of a fight - not tonight. I was drained.

"Sofia come on... get up... it's ok, come here..." I glance up to the hooded figure in surprise, shocked to find Vincent to be the one standing there.

"I'm fine." I all but sniffle, before he reaches down and practically drags me to stand upright with him.

Realising I couldn't possibly fight him off, I all but breakdown further, as he instantly moves to crush me into his chest in a tight and protective embrace. This was Vincent Walker.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Thee bad boy of Durango.

Yet here he was, hunting me down during the storm to comfort me...

Nothing makes sense.

"Let's get you in to the car, you'll get the fucking flu sitting out here." Vincent pulls back, taking my arm and leading me back to the waiting vehicle.

I don't fight him, I just allow for my fate to play out, as he starts up his car again and puts the heating to full.

It is only then when I realise just how soaked and cold I was, beginning to shiver in my seat as I wipe at my tear stained face.

Vincent waits a moment, not driving yet, as he turns to look at me - his features hard and as concentrated as what they usually are.

"Emma is worried sick about you, you shouldn't have fucking left!" Vincent begins to lecture, as I close my eyes over and feel my lip tremble.

"Why do you even care?!" I breathe out, as a long silence follows - causing me to look back over to him.

He only stares, seeming to think on my statement as I feel my head spin slightly - causing me to groan and to clutch it.

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"Do you want me to take you home?" He questions, as I shake my head instantly and choke on another sob.

"I can't go back there... I can't leave Emma... I'm a terrible friend and I've only known her for two days!"

I cry, as Vincent's hand surprisingly reaches out to grab my thigh.

The warmth of the car starts to heat up my cold skin, as I sniffle and look back at him - finding a genuine look flashing across his face.

"You can both crash at my place... there's plenty of spare rooms. Everybody is leaving too, the party is done so it will be quiet when we go back." Vincent speaks in a softer tone, as I nod along with his words. I glance at the time on his car screen, seeing that it was after midnight which caused my brows to furrow.

Where did the time go?!

"Are you sure?" I bubble out, looking and feeling ridiculous after the events of the night.

"I'd have you sleep in my own bed over having you out here in a fucking storm Sofia. I'm not a full time dick you know?" Vincent smirks, as I somewhat giggle at his attempt to cheer me up. "Plus Daryl was a fucking ass to you." He adds, reminding me of why I had even ran out in the first place.

"I shouldn't have left because of that, it was so dramatic! He can do whatever he wants, I'm so embarrassed!" I groan, dragging my hands down my face as Vincent all but laughs at my drunken rambles. "Nah, he shouldn't invite you over and then ditch you! But you know, maybe I could help make you feel better..." Vincent shrugs, as I squint and stare at him oddly.

Just how does he plan on doing that? I wonder, but before I can even speak, his large hand finds my cheek and he leans forward - placing a soft and gentle kiss on my lips causing my eyes to fall over. I allow it to happen, as my brain races to catch up with the moment to process what was actually happening...

Vincent Walker just kissed me...

Pulling back, he throws me a wink in true Vincent style, before putting the car into drive to take me back to his place.

What just happened? We kissed...