Falling for the Executor

Chapter 5: Moving on

Chapter 5: Moving on

"Are you ready?" Derrick mumbled. I walked out of my room in a strapless, black dress. I had my hair down with a black ribbon tied in the back. I nodded my head and we headed toward the building titled "Headquarters".

Today was the memorial of Mollie Tyson. She had died from internal bleeding from the liver and the brain. No one has been able to recover from her death.

I haven't been outside since Mollie died. They told me that it wasn't safe. They identified the killer as Marc Hanson. He was a retired Navy Seal at the age of 53. Marc is a dad to three girls and two boys. How could he do this? It would be like torturing your own children. They also told me that this wasn't the man who is threatening to kill me. They don't know the man's name but what they do have on the man is a partial fingerprint from a letter he sent. The partial print doesn't match Marc's prints. The monster is still loose.

Something I also know is that Derrick won't talk to me. Or anyone on that matter. I think he blames me. I understand. He needs someone to blame, so why not me. I was the one who took fifteen minutes to figure out that something was wrong with Molly. I knocked on Molly's door for about five minutes. When I told Derrick about Molly not being in her cabin, it had been ten minutes that we could have saved her. It's all my fault.

We were about to walk in Headquarters when I grabbed Derricks arm. "Do you blame me?" I asked. No answer. He looked away. "Talk to me Derrick! I was there too!"

"I don't blame you okay, so just leave me alone." he snapped. I let go of his wrist and watched him storm off back the way we came. I couldn't just leave him like this. I ran after him.

We were halfway back to the cabin when I caught up to him. We were quiet for a minute. Then I decided to talk. "Derrick, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push things back there. But please..."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Fine," I said calmly. "just listen. I know that life is hard right now. I've been there. I was in a dark place once. But it gets better. You learn to keep the good memories in your heart. You know what she would want. I didn't know her very well but I know that she wouldn't want to see you unhappy. You also need to talk to someone. Whether it be me, your mom, a friend, or even a therapist. Keeping in your feelings won't make anything better. I'll always be here for you Derrick."

"Ali you wouldn't understand."

"Try me." I said with a smile.

"I can't. I-It doesn't feel right."

"That's okay. But I'll be waiting."

We walked back to the building in comfortable silence. We watched the leaves fall off the trees and listened to the birds chirp. We walked inside the room right as the service started. A picture of Molly with her long, flowing red hair and fit body was in the front. She was in a red, fitting dress with black heels. She looked beautiful.

The minister started the service about how 'she is resting in peace.' Everyone was crying even Morgan. I could even see Derrick's eyes starting to cry. "Now is the time that we will offer you to come up and talk about Mollie's life. Would anyone like to come up?" the minister asked. No answer. "Thank you all for being here today to remember the life of Mollie Tyson."

He was walking off of the stage when I yelled "Wait! May I speak?" Crap. What am I getting myself into?!

"Of course." the minister replied.

Everyone was looking at me surprised. No one knows who I am since I've only been a little more than a week. I stood up and walked onto the stage. Why did I do this?! I hate talking in front of people! I get sweaty palm, dry throat, and sometimes I have stomach cramps. What was I thinking.

"Hi. I'm Ali. A lot of you are probably wondering why I'm up here because I knew her two days while you might have known her for years. When I came here, Mollie was the only person that I knew I could trust. She made me feel welcome and made me feel like she was the sister I never had. She was bubbly, smart, and athletic. I mean she kicked Derrick's butt with no effort at all. She made me laugh. She made me a better person." I looked at Derrick straight in the eye. "We did everything we could to save her. Don't blame yourself. I know she wants to see all of you become your best. She wants to see you going for your dreams and having a good life. Thank you."

When I left the stage, no one clapped or said anything. The room fell silent. "May I speak next?" I looked at the man whose voice it belonged to, it was Derrick's.

"Yes." the minister replied.

Derrick stood up and I passed him to go back to my seat. But Derrick wouldn't let me pass as he embraced me into a hug. "Thank you for opening my eyes." he whispered.

"I'll always be there for you, remember?" he chuckled and let me go, walking onto the stage as I sat down at my seat.

"Hi. I'm Derrick. I was Mollie's...umm...boyfriend. I've known her since she arrived here three years ago. I was her trainer and I was just starting out too. I've been working for this organization since I was thirteen and when I met her I was fifteen. She was the most wonderful and beautiful girl I have ever met. We started seeing each other when we were about to turn sixteen. We have been seeing each other about a year and a half. I loved her." he paused and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before continuing. "No one knew that we were together. We kept it a secret. In a way, I now wish we had told people. We were going to tell Ali at the dinner she invited us to the night that she...died. But then life happens and time slips through your fingertips. If I could tell Mollie one last thing, it would be that I love her and that I was sorry for not being there for her. Thank you."

Everyone clapped and I ran over to Derrick and embraced him in another hug. Was my speech really not good enough to clap for? He wrapped his arms around me and weeped in my arms. "Thank you for opening my eyes, Ali."

After a minute I joined in, crying too. We were a mess. At this point, we were the only people in this room. We let go of each other and walked back to my cabin where we ate lunch in comfortable silence.

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All the sadness is over. Yah! I hope you liked the next chapter. COMMENT. Fan. Vote. Thanks. Have an awesome day/night.

~Kimberly