So after seeing that Derek was in fact right in front of my eyes, I ran up to him and hugged him immediately. I looked into his eyes, all I could see was the shadow of a boy I once knew. A boy that would take me to get ice cream after my soccer games, a boy that would babysit me when I was sick, a boy who was like a brother to me. That boy was gone.
After some silence I stood up and asked him, "Derek, what in the hell are you doing here?"
He didn't respond just kinda pondered my question. He looks at me with his bloodshot eyes and muttered, "I saw it, again".
He repeated this once more until a man from a table next to us stood up. He was Peter Parkman. I've known Peter most of my life, however his went down hill after Sarah died. At the vigil, he broke down and fell to the ground. He became a shut in for a while, until he decided to enlist. After 3 tours, he came home, but he was barely like himself. These days he spent his nights drinking away his pain. He continued to the table and slammed his hand on it.
"Who the fuck lets trash like you in here? You're a fucking!"
"Peter, relax he's not here to cause trouble"
"He caused trouble the minute he killed Sarah! That fucking bastard is a no good piece of filth!"
The next thing that happened wasn't a surprise. Peter swung at Derek and hit him right in the jaw. The whole bar went quiet as Derek sat there, taking all the punches. He took a minute before, Jared, the bouncer, to pull Peter off. Within a few minutes, Peter was getting driven home by Deputy. Casey Upton. I looked at Derek, bloodied, but still quiet.
"Derek, why don't you come back to my place so we can talk a little?"
"I'll be fine"
"Please? Just for old time sakes?"
He grunted and started to stand up. I grabbed onto his arm and let him to my car. We said nothing on the ride hope and all that was playing was Lola by The Kinks. He rang into my ears until we finally arrived home. I brought Derek in and sat him down on my couch. I went to the bathroom to grab some stuff to treat his wounds. When I came back he was laying on the floor. I crouched down and started to clean him off.
"So are you finally going to tell me anything?"
"I don't want to, but do I have a choice?"
"No, no you don't"
"Fine. Then before I start to tell you what you want to know, there's something you need to be clear of. I killed Sarah"
