Through Her Lives

Morgandy

                She confused him. One minute she's there to see him, the next she's stand offish and driving off. He stood watching her reverse out, the concentration on her face. The name Morgandy suited her.

                He'd found out her name when she had been asleep in bed, or unconscious, the other night. One of the members of the band she played in had told him.

                He had watched and listened to the band's set then walked over to where she was having a drink, intending to talk to her. She had turned the other way when she started to sway violently and after a quick assessment he had taken her upstairs and told the bartender to put the room on his tab. The bartender had gone slightly pale, contemplating the ramifications of Morgandy's reaction to the drink.

                Needless to say, he got the room for free. As soon as she was in bed she went still, he was sure she had fallen unconsciousness. Dale had then gone off to talk to the other band members. They didn't have much to say and he told them he'd get her home when she was ready, they left quickly seemingly glad to not have to worry about her.

                All night he had sat there, watching over her. Awaiting her awakening, the moment he knew she would be okay. 

                He listened for the slightest sounds of the door knob being touched, the sound of footsteps stopping at her door but nothing happened. She was safe, whoever had drugged her hadn't come looking for her.

                Looking as the headlights of her car as they faded into the distance he wondered if he'd done the right thing that night. Watching her like a hawk, why had she come here? Was she going to thank him? Frustration settled over him as he walked back to the common room, the lads awaiting his arrival cheered when he walked in. He looked up, slightly dazed at the reaction he had received.

                "She's mighty fine, keep her I say!" The other men joining in along the same lines, he ignored them seeking out Start instead.

                He sat in a corner of the room, gazing out the window as rain started to patter down quietly. Dale sat down next to him, looking out the same window before talking.

                "You know her and I aren't anything. She's a school girl." Dale sighed, turning his head sideways to glance at his friend. Start didn't move and Dale wondered if he had heard.

                "Did you see her tattoos? She's different. As soon as I saw her I knew she was here to see you, though she's not your type. How did I know?" He shook his head in puzzlement. Dale nodded, not understanding at all what his friend was trying to tell him and let them slip into a comfortable silence. He thought about Morgandy as he peered into the darkness beyond the window, he knew she was different. Anyone that took the time to look at her would know that she wasn't as she seemed.

                One might say she was a tough cookie to crack. He sighed again before leaning back in his chair. His thinking done for the day.

**

The road was wet, difficult to drive on but not something that worried Morgandy. She turned on the windscreen wipers, listening as they slid back and forth and to the rhythmic music of the rain. The car was filled with a strange silence that only came with night. She could hear the tyres humming on the road but other than that there was silence. The only light in the car was the display in front of her, shining bright. 

She closed her eyes for a split second, an image of Dale looking at her with his arm in her car popping into her mind. Morgandy opened her eyes just in time to see the truck thundering along the crossroad, she pumped the brakes, the front wheels locking and the back of the car sliding out. She stopped sideways just as the truck went past. Breathing out she reversed and pulled back onto the road, letting out a deep breath.