Catching Summer (20 page)

by L. P. Dover

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The night air was cool, the wind whipping by us as we rode home in Brianna’s convertible. The top was down and we’d just left a party at the Second Street Bar downtown. Evan was in the back seat laughing and talking to Bri while I watched on in amusement. How could I have gotten so lucky?

“I told you, it’s mine and Luke’s secret,” she said to Evan. “I just told him what I would want if I was in Lara’s place. Just whatever happens, don’t tell her it was my idea.”

Evan bellowed out a laugh. “Oh, hell.”

“Exactly,” Brianna laughed.

Lara wasn’t going to take that jackass back. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to sleep with a girl and dismiss her for three months, then expect her to stick around. Luke might as well get the fuck over it and move on.

For the longest time, we had been alone on the dark country road, but now a set of lights caught up to us from behind. Brianna tilted her mirror to get the lights out of her eyes. “That’s weird.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “What the hell is this guy doing?” The truck sped up way too fast, getting closer by the second.

“Brianna, speed up,” Evan yelled. She slammed on the gas, but the person behind us kept pursuing.

“What the fuck?” I hissed, flipping the person off.

Brianna grabbed my hand and yanked it down. “Derek, stop! It’ll just piss them off more.”

“I don’t give a shit. They’re riding our ass.” If the guy didn’t stop, I was going to get out and kick his ass the first chance I got.

Brianna’s car was no match for the truck, which could easily run us right over. The idiot was probably drunk. “When we get up close to the high school, pull over and let the fucker by,” Evan suggested. Then out of nowhere, the truck slammed into us from behind and we jerked forward.

“What the fuck!” I growled. Brianna screamed and tears streamed down her cheeks. I grabbed her thigh and squeezed. “Keep driving, baby.”

Drenched in sweat, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The memories of that night five months ago still plagued my mind. Asleep or awake, Brianna’s screams always echoed in my ear. Every time I heard them, it felt like a knife pierced my heart. It didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing; her cries always came back to haunt me. I could be wasted with a bottle of rum in my hands, doped up on pain meds, or even fucking another woman. Nothing helped. Even my request to be traded from the Carolina Cougars to another team was denied. Couldn’t they see I needed to get the fuck away? I’d endured five months of hell, and it hadn’t gotten any easier. Football was all I had, but I couldn’t bear to be in the same goddamn city where Brianna was taken away from me. Not to mention she was pregnant when she died. I didn’t just lose her…I lost my child as well.

A set of car lights showed through the bedroom window and a horn blew down the street. The sound sucked me back into my nightmare.

Brianna’s cries were all I could hear as everything moved in slow motion. I cursed at the guy in the truck, especially when he pulled up beside us. It was dark and I couldn’t see his face, but when I tried to get a better look, he slammed into the side of Bri’s car, knocking me to the left. Evan flew out of the car, and before the car flipped over, I grabbed Brianna’s hand before I, too, was ripped out of the car. Darkness overtook me and the pain went away.

Sucking in a breath, I ran my hands through my damp hair. I wasn’t big into the church scene, but I had my faith. That night I swear I saw the light drawing me closer. Maybe even Brianna was there, holding my hand as we walked closer to it. It was ripped away from me in a flash when I heard Evan screaming my name, his fists pounding on my chest.

I rubbed a hand over my heart, the pain so excruciating I could barely breathe. What the fuck was I going to do? Getting out of bed, I found my jeans on the floor and slipped them on. I didn’t want to look at the bed, knowing very well there was a mistake lying there. I didn’t even know her name; I didn’t care. All I’d wanted was an escape from the pain. Disgusted with myself, I put on my shirt and grabbed my keys and phone off the dresser. I had to get the fuck out of there.

As soon as I got in my car, I sped out of the driveway and dialed Evan’s number. “Derek, what’s up?” he answered. It was two in the morning, but he knew my routine. Every time I fucked up, I called him.

“I can’t do it anymore,” I told him. “I’m done. I don’t want to be a part of the team and I don’t want to be in this fucking city. I’m leaving.”

He sighed. “Where are you gonna go? Your family’s here. Why won’t you let me help you?”

I squeezed the steering wheel hard, my eyes burning. Everything inside of me felt like it was going to explode. If I gave into that, no one around me would be safe. The only solution was to leave. I didn’t want to drag anyone else down with me, especially Evan. He was the one who had saved me, who brought me back to life. But he was also the one who brought me back to hell.

“Derek, you there? Talk to me, brother.”

“I’m sorry, Townsend, but there’s nothing you can do.” I tossed the phone out the window and heard it shatter on the road as I sped away. There was nothing anyone could do.

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