Brock: A Bad Boy Romance by Amy Kyle Page B

fairer sex, he was easy to manipulate.
                  “I have a little bit of money, so I can pay you some.  If I can go to the bank, I have some more.”  Mac said.  Her eyes seeming to get brighter as she thought about the offer that had come from him, and that she was going to now agree too.
                  “That’s fine.”  He said.
                  “Where are we going?”  She asked.
                  “Honestly I hadn’t thought about yet.  I normally just go until I feel like stopping.”  Derrick answered.
                  “Hmm, well that’s okay.”  She said her eyes began to get a wistful look.  One that said she had always dreamed of having this type of adventure.
                  “Are you hungry?”  Derrick finally asked.  His stomach had growled to let him know that he hadn’t fed it today.
                  “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