Crash and Burn

Chapter 4

Patrick jumped out of the passenger seat and ran over to me. "What happened Missy? What just happened?"

Honestly, I didn't know. All I knew was who I couldn't stop thinking about, who I never found, the boy that told me he loved me. "Aaron."

"Aaron? Who's Aaron?" I sat there numbly. "Missy talk to me!"

At this point I was making absolutely no sense. "The-the crash-" sob "-Aaron-" sob sob sob "-Motorcycle-" sob "-Blue-" sob "-Trees-" sob sob "-Oil-" sob "-Smoke..." Patrick sat next to me and gave me an awkward side hug before putting his other arm around me and pulling me in for an actual hug.

Again, we just sat there, him holding me and me crying into his shoulder. But I couldn't help it. By the time I was done my eyes hurt and my throat was on fire. "Miss?" Patrick asked.

"Y-yeah?"

"Who's Aaron?" I looked up at him and he looked a little bit nervous.

"He was my best friend. I was starting to like him as more than that. We had just started dating when he told me he wanted me to go for a ride on his motorcycle. I was scared and I told him I didn't want to, but he begged me until I said yes. So we went. Everything was going great. I loved it. And then there was an oil slick in front of us. He didn't have time to stop. I screamed, and he told me he loved me. Nobody has told me if he survived the crash or not. For all I know..." I trailed off at that one. I didn't want to know. 

"Oh Missy... Is that what the scar is from?" Patrick looked like he wanted to cry. 

"Yes," I whimpered. "It is."

And again, "Oh Missy... Come on. Let's get you home."

"What?"

"You're exhausted. Come on. I'm driving." Well then.

"I should be able to drive my own truck," I muttered under my breath. But he was right. I was exhausted. I got into the passenger seat and tossed Patrick my keys.