Shadows In Durango

Chapter 19

*:kkxG0fig's POV*Fkkx

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Vincent spits in distaste, as the warmth in my stomach quickly diminishes.

"Vincent watch it! I've been fair with you, don't give the poor girl grief!" Mr Stanley warns with a point of his

finger, as Vincent pauses to think before offering a stiff nod.

| shuffle from foot to foot, no doubt looking like a deer caught in headlights, considering that he was the last

person | expected to find in here...

"Sofia is it? What is your second name?" Mr Stanley pushes, grabbing his small notepad from his back pocket.

"Sofia Isabella." | whisper, feeling increasingly hot under Vincent's scorching gaze.

"Great Sofia, I'll sign you in and I'll be back in an hour to check in since | have a class to take right now. | fully

expect Vincent here to be on his best behaviour and if you have any issues please feel free to pass them on to

me." Mr Stanley states, eyeing Vincent warningly before moving to exit - as | had to fight back the urge into

scream at him not to leavehere alone.

Being alone in a storage room for an hour with Vincent seemed like literal hell.

He clearly hated me, for whatever reason | don't know, but at the sthe would often confuse the hell out

of me...

The second the door closed, leaving us both completely

alone, | couldn't help but think that this must be how it feels to be left alone with a psychopath... on edge and

terrified of their next move at all times.

Although, this was the sguy who granteda job here in town, as fucked up and as twisted as it seemed...

1 couldn't ever read him or work him out.

He was impossible.

"I'm starting to think that you're stalking me?" Vincent begins, leaning on a shelf rack casually as | remain

planted by the door - knowing that if | had to escape it would still be possible...

"l... no... | decided to drop out of Physical Ed after what happened yesterday!" | blunder out, like a desperate fool

trying to get approval from him.

Vincent eyes me, his features emotionless as he always takes his tto respond - leaving each moment

between our exchanges almost agonising to bare.

"Why? | told that bitch to leave you alone! You don't have to hide from her!" Vincent states as though that should

have been the problem squashed.

"No | don't enjoy the class in general... even the teacher... it's just not a great fit for me." | whisper out an

explanation, as he rolls his eyes and mutters something from under his breath.

"So you end up stuck in here with me? Because unlike you, | got kicked out of my last class and need to do this

now instead without a choice!" He sneers, as though | was an idiot for opting to be here when to him it was a

punishment.

I sigh, rubbing a hand up my arm for comfort, not really knowing what to do or say next. | wouldn't offer to leave

and go back to class, there was no way, | would rather be stuck here with him over going back there!

"Maybe | could swap over to doing laundry instead for next time?" | suggest, trying to make a compromise as he

seems somewhat surprised by the offer.

He stands back upright, glancing around at the dusty boxed room, before throwing his head back with a groan.

"Maybe you should. But today you'll just need to stay here and help!" He states firmly, turning to grab a large

box from the shelf to place it on the desk in the centre of the room.

"Just tellwhat to do... and I'll stay out of your way." | offer softly, intertwining my fingers to ease my anxiety.

He always hadon edge, and I didn't enjoy how unpredictable his moods were either...

"There's sprint outs over there with what each class needs delivered on Monday, you can start sorting the

stuff in to boxes for them." He points to the corner with a stack of papers as | nod and move around him

cautiously to reach it.

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Tmoves slow, and the silence between us both only grows more uncomfortable by the minute as we both

remain quiet to do our job.

Just when | think that the entirety of my there will go on like this, Vincent speaks out once again.

"Whilst | remember, what the fuck happened to my lunch orders?!" Vincent demands, as my hands tremble at

the sudden confrontation.

"Oh, that, well uh, Daryl toldto stop... b-but | can do it again if you wantto?" | turn to face him, finding an

amused glint in his eyes now.

He uses a knife to rip open the tape of another order, forcingto watch him perform the swift motion - before

placing it aside to use his hands to remove the contents - his tattooed muscles flexing under his tight fitting

black tee. "You'll just do whatever | say won't you?" He glances up to me, his eyes piercing in to my own as a test

of my defiance.

But right now, all I could do was nod.

"Because you're a good girl." He smirks, as | remain still, feeling the sweat begin to build on my forehead at the

intensity of our exchange. Why did he have such a hold over me...

"Maybe I'll just keep you around you know?" He ponders, continuing to open packages and moving to sort the

contents in to piles.

| chew my lip anxiously, unsure of whether to speak or not but knowing that even if | wanted to, | wouldn't know

what to say back to him.

"Because that ass of yours is actually pretty fucking decent to stare at during this... the way you bend over to

sort out those boxes... | reckon that | could make suse out of you after all." Vincent concludes, watching me

with each word for a reaction. His words hitlike a gut punch, as | don't even react due to the utter shock |

was experiencing...

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Did | just hear him right? Why is he trying so desperately to hurt my feelings? As if he would ever be attracted to

the likes of me? Not in a million years!

"P-Please..." | find myself saying, as my eyes brim with sudden tears that stem from how overwhelming it was to

be stuck in the sroom as him for this long.

"Please what? Bend you over and fuck you? | can practically smell how fucking hot and bothered | make you...

poor thing... | bet you've never even been touched before have you? Ever been kissed?" Vincent presses on, his

tone arrogant and somewhat flirty.

The first tear spills, not because | was scared, but because | felt embarrassed.

| must look utterly desperate to him, as though I'm over here trying to bend over and get his attention... the way

| was staring as he unboxed the items must have looked needy and desperate too.

He must be laughing on the inside, knowing that | would never have a chance with the likes of somebody on his

level.

Maybe in my old life... before everything went to shit... | was normal back then and took better care of myself

and my appearance.

Now | was just a shell of a person, knowing how it felt to be an outsider who was bullied and laughed at regularly.

"I don't mean to make you cry." Vincent suddenly stops in his actions, placing everything aside as he leans his

hands on the table with a blank stare.

I remain silent.

"It was a joke. | was trying to lighten the mood because it was awkward. | was a dick earlier, you don't have to

swap to laundry you can stay here." He explains, as | nod slowly.

That was just it, this was all just a joke to him.

My feelings were a joke.