“I was thinking about two words.” She replied, warming to the topic. “It’s the band that was playing in your truck that night.”
“What night?” He had no idea to what she was inferring. It couldn’t be tonight as there had been no music in his truck. And he had been gone for eight weeks, so it had to be the few weeks before Blake had come home. The only other time she had been in his truck had been the night he had hit her. He couldn’t remember a song from that night. But he couldn’t remember any other nights they had been driving. It was summertime and the nights came late.
“The night you saved my life.” She glanced at his face then, meeting his eyes. Darren stared back. She did mean the night he had hit her. That was so long ago, much longer than the almost four months it had been.
“I am sorry, Lea. I don’t remember what song or band I had on my stereo that night.” He finally muttered when she didn’t speak again. And he honestly didn’t.
First, the figure appeared on the road. Darren had swerved to miss it. Nevertheless, there had been the squeal of tires followed by the god-awful impact. Darren had shifted his vehicle into park and jumped out. He thought he had hit someone high on drugs or maybe someone who had been drinking too much.
But then he had turned the black-clad body over and had suffered two shocks. The first had been the undisputed fact that it was female. The hair and hood had covered the truth, but the clothes were torn and pulled back to reveal a bra. Darren could already see blood seeping out. But then he pulled back the hair and hood to expose the second shock. It was his neighbor, the girl he had liked for so long. He had seen her that day a few hours before walking her dog. He had walked himself out to the road to check the mail, hoping she would glance his way. But she hadn’t. Darren had stood there silently watching her till she was out of sight.
He had been furious at himself then and hadn’t eaten dinner. Instead, he had turned on the TV and hadn’t been able to focus on anything. Hours had gone by, and finally, hunger got the best of him, and he had gone to taco bell at 10 pm and stuffed himself full of tacos. He had headed home after and somehow had struck the very girl he had been unable to speak to earlier.
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