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              “A little bit, but I don’t know if I can eat.”  She said.

Derrick called the waitress over who took their order.  He got them both a hamburger.  Her a single, and for him a triple cheeseburger. He was ravenous when he really thought about it.  As soon as the food came he dove in and ate it quickly.  There was no small talk; he was thinking to himself, asking himself, why he had invited her to go with him.

It was something that he didn’t care to fully analyze though at the moment.  Instead he just thought about her, the one from the past.  She had broken his heart so badly, had almost made him loose everything.  No, correction, he had lost everything that night.

He let his mind float back to the past once again.  It was that night, he was in the car, and they were coming home from a wonderful night out.  He was so in love with her, thought she had loved him too.  He had been a fool, for how long had she been dishonest with him.  How long had he thought she was another person?

Anger flashed in his mind.  He looked at her in his mind once again; there was the smile, the words she had begun to say.  He had looked up at her, waiting for her sweet voice to come forward.

Derrick heard the scream like it was happening right at that moment.  “Look out.”  She had yelled.

He looked up, it was too late.  The car was already on top of them, his victims, the two he had killed that night.  He could see their faces just as well as he could see hers.  They were burned into his memory for ever more.  The mother and her little boy, he had only been two.  It killed him to remember it now.  It had been an accident.  But had he not have looked over at her, they would still be alive right now, maybe.

If that hadn’t been enough though the aftermath was worse, it had crushed his world.  Derrick had jumped out trying to help them.  He couldn’t do anything, they were dead, and he knew it.  She had looked at him, the way, it had been horrible. 

              “Why?”  She had asked him.  Like he had done it on purpose, when she knew damn well he wasn’t that way at all.

              “It was an accident.  You were talking to me.”  He had stated to her.

              “Oh you’re blaming this on me?  You killed them, not me.  You’ve been drinking, you are a drunk, and you know that, you’ll go to jail” 

He had been shocked by her words.  His mouth had to have fallen open.  For one thing, Derrick rarely drank.  Sure he had one at dinner, one single beer, but they had been down two hours ago.  That wasn’t even in his system anymore.  What was she talking about?  Maybe she was simply in shock.  No, she told the police when they showed up that Derrick needed to be tested, he had been drinking.

Thankfully, the tests had shown that he didn’t even have any alcohol left in his system.  But she had crushed him, shown him that she would never be the type of female that would give him what he needed, support.

When they finally left the scene of the crime, they hadn’t talked.  They had driven back to their apartment, Derrick had gone and packed his bags, and he was gone.  He could remember her words as he packed up his things.  They had been hateful words, not the words of a female that could have ever loved him.  Surely, she might come around.  But he had left and never got a call from her again.  It had been a month later when he left; the small town was no place for him to live anymore.  She had gone around and said all kinds of bad things about him.  People would look at him with hate in his eyes.  He had lost his job, and all his friends.  Derrick had found out the hard way that he had never had a true friend in that town that month.  He had never looked back, and never let another person close to him. 

Derrick had to wonder if he would have messed up and married her, what would have happened?  Would she have faked her love for him even longer?  It had been during that month of waiting he had found out much more about her than he needed to know.  She had been seeing other guys, at least one, and had been playing Derrick all along. 

He planned on never letting another person that close to him again.  So why had he let Mac come with him, or at least ask her.  His mind screamed, no she’s coming with you remember.  Oh shit, he had agreed to it.

              “Are you okay?”  She asked him when he looked up.

              “Yes, sorry just memories from long ago, something I need to leave alone.”  Derrick answered.

              “I know those, I have many of my own.”  She smiled. 

The smile changed her face, made her beautiful, stunningly beautiful even.  Derrick had taken a deep intake of breath at that moment. 

              “What?”  She asked him.

              “Nothing, just you looked so different when you smiled.” 

Mac blushed her face taking on several shades of red.  “Thank you.”

              “You ready to go?”  Derrick stood up. 

              “Sure.  Do you mind if I go to the bathroom first?”  She asked.

              “Oh, go ahead.  I’ll pay the bill and wait for you.” 

She ran off to the restroom.  A part of his mind yelled, run, get out now.  Leave her, go by yourself, she’s trouble.  But his body didn’t run, instead it went to pay the bill and he stood there looking at the flyers in the front of the restaurant.  One’s that advertised all the fun things a family needed to do if they visited this area.

He picked up a flyer. 

              “That’s a beautiful resort; you and your misses should check it out.”  The waitress said.

He looked up at her, then back at the flyer.  It read Pocono’s Wood Resort.  “Maybe we will thanks.”

              “It’s only a few miles up the road now.”  She added.

              “Thanks.”  Derrick went back to staring at the flyer.  It looked like a beautiful location. But more romantic than what he really wanted.

              “Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there.”  Mac walked up on him.

Derrick stood there, the waitress smiling at him, and Mac looking over the flyer.  “Let’s go.”  He walked out the door with her trailing behind him

Hopping on his bike, he pulled onto the road, the rain was much lighter.  It hadn’t stopped, but he could at least drive in this type of weather.  He opened up the storage on his bike, and pulled out the extra rain protection he had.  “It will be quite big on you, but you won’t be soaked any worse on the ride.”

              “Thank you.”  She smiled and put the gear on. She swam in it.  Derrick chuckled looking at her.  “You look like a little kid wearing their parent’s clothes.”

              “It’s not my fault the man who rescued me is ten times taller than me.”  She laughed.

Derrick laughed even harder at her comment.  She was really quite small, maybe 5’ 4” tall, compared to his 6’ 4”.  A foot shouldn’t seem like so much, but it was because she looked   so small in his gear.

They got on the bike and drove off, without thinking his bike led the way to the resort.  Why?  He didn’t want it, but when she had said she always wanted to go, he had been convinced.  Maybe his heart was trying to tell him something.  He knew he was lonely, knew he needed human contact.  But he didn’t want to take the chance again.  The last one had hurt him too much.

So many people had rubbed it in his face that she had told them he was really nothing to him.  That she knew she could do better, and would never be satisfied with him.  Why had she said those things?

Derrick wondered sometimes if they had simply been hurting him for the two he had killed on accident.  Why were people suddenly so mean to him?  He knew he hadn’t grown up in the small town, but had truly felt they had accepted him as their own.  It hadn’t just been her in the long run that had turned their backs on him.  It had been them all, but he had to blame her and himself for that situation.

Mac saw them pull into the resort and Derrick could hear a squeal of delight from her.  She sounded like a child who had gotten a treat when they thought there was no hope.  It was delightful to his ears, the sound of pure happiness.

Derrick smiled; he loved the sound of happiness.  It had been entirely too long for him.  He felt better about the choice instantly.  Going to the office he paid and got the keys for one of the cabins.

He drove over to where the desk clerk had told him to go.  As they pulled up she made the sound again.  It made him warm inside to hear it.  It was so honest, so truthful. 

Grabbing his things off the bike, he helped her off and they went inside.  He opened the door and she flew past him.  “Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful.”  She turned and smiled at him.

Derrick felt a warmth go through his body.  It wasn’t a feeling he had in sometime.  He smiled at her.  The happiness he felt emanate from her body was nice. 

He turned around and grabbed the bag.  “You can have the bedroom, I’ll take the couch.”

              “Really, you’re too big to get a good night of sleep on that small couch.  I’ll sleep there.”  She answered.

              “Okay.”  He really just wanted to take a shower, maybe start a fire, warm up a bit and get some sleep.  He looked over at the firewood and decided he would start it then take a shower. 

She watched him intently as he went to fixing the fire.  He could feel her eyes on him.  But he didn’t turn around; he could tell she wanted to find out more about him.  It was like a sixth sense. 

              “So what is your story?”  She asked him when he kept working on the fire and wouldn’t turn around.

Derrick sighed, he shoulders heaved, it wasn’t a story he wanted to share with her.  But the words started to come out of him even so.  He heard the story play out to her, saw the images of that night and the month after.  Derrick didn’t even realize that Mac was in the room as he began to tell the story.  As he kept talking it felt better though it didn’t hurt as much, giving voice to it really seemed to help.  But he was scared to look at her as he told the part of the mother and child he had hit.

Derrick heard her make a small shocked sound.  He felt the shame of the accident come over him again.  He didn’t want to continue but did anyway, it wouldn’t stop.  He just kept talking the story weaving the past to her.  He didn’t look up at her when he finished, just waited for her to tell him how bad of a person he was, after all that was what everyone in town had said to him.

              “It wasn’t your fault.  Really, you shouldn’t beat yourself up over it.”  She said.

Derrick looked up at her; Mac could clearly see the pain that haunted him from that night.  He was sure that if he ever got over those deaths it would be a miracle.

              “I know, but maybe had I not looked at her.  Not been so enchanted by her lies, they would still be alive.  Or if I hadn’t have had that one beer.”  Derrick stated.

              “No, things happen in life for a reason.  I firmly believe that.  Tim left me for a stupid reason, and it hurt.  But you know what?  It made me realize that I didn’t really love him.  I was just settling with him, I thought he was the best I could do, that I would never find another person.  She was sleeping around on you, what kind of relationship could you have?”  Mac said.

              “I know this, but that doesn’t make the rest of it any better, any easier.  The whole town, my friends, or who I thought were my friends.”  Derrick stated.

              “You need to let it go, you’ll never be happy as long as your hanging on to the past.  You really need to forgive yourself.”  Mac said.

Derrick looked at her.  “I don’t know if I can.  The kid was only two; he had such a long life ahead of him.”

              “What if he would have turned out to be a serial killer?  You may have saved hundreds of people in the future.”  Mac pointed out.

Derrick sat down, he had never really thought of it that way.  It was too hard to consider such a young kid turning out so bad.  But he guessed it might have happened. 

              “Really you should consider just letting go of the pain.  You can still feel bad about what happened, but that doesn’t mean that you have to feel the guilt every day.”

Derrick listened to her.  Maybe she was right.  But how could this young girl who had just recently been thrown out of a car by a man she had wanted to marry be so positive?  He found it hard to imagine that she would have thought so positive about life.

              “How do I move past it?”  He asked, not waiting for her to answer, he got up and headed off to take a shower.  He had spied a look at her face and could tell that she had been thinking of other things, not his situation, but perhaps her own.

As Derrick walked away he didn’t notice Mac and the look on her face, it was one of sadness, like her world was crashing down on her.  She had to chuckle really, like her world was crashing down, she thought?  No, the fact was that her world had crashed around her feet, and quite quickly. 

She thought back to the moments before she had first been in the pouring rain on the side of the road.  Mac had been feeling discontent for some time now with Mike.  Mike Jonas, a real asshole, a guy who she swore she couldn’t live without, at least that had been before.  Now she was faced with the knowledge that he hadn’t really held her heart, no, she hadn’t really loved him.  She had simply been afraid of being alone.  She thought about Derrick, she had always fallen quick and hard for men in the past.  Derrick was a nice looking man, tall, muscular, his dark brown hair was cut in a neat tight style.  He wasn’t the type of man that you would think road a motorcycle.   He honestly looked more like a business man, well the leather chaps he had been wearing when they first met were not what a business person would wear.  But once they had gotten into the room, or actually cabin, he had taken those off, and it transformed him quite a bit.

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