Free Brock: A Bad Boy Romance by Amy Kyle Page B

didn’t fall, grabbing her a second before she sunk into the wet floor of the waiting ground.   He picked her up and carried her to his bike. 
                  “Look I’m going to need you to hang onto me so you don’t fall off.”  He looked into her eyes, waiting for some kind of response that she understood.  She shook her head, but he wasn’t sure, so instead of putting her behind him, he placed her in front of him.
    Derrick started up the bike, hoping that there was some shelter coming up soon.  This girl looked soaked to death, and scared along with it.  There was a little part of his mind screaming out, don’t take her anywhere, leave her there, let whatever will happen, happen.
    It was the good guy in him that won out in the end though, the one that had been hidden for many years now.  But there was no way he would be able to continue down the road, leaving this helpless young woman there, without help, or shelter.
    As he drove his mind kicked into overdrive, and he began to wonder.  The questions came at him with a force so great; he almost had to yell out for them to stop.  Who is she?  Why is she out there near the forest, on the side of the road?  What is she so scared about?  Too many questions and no time to ask them, at least not right now, maybe later.
    He saw the hotel come out of the tapestry of rain as he got a few miles up the road.  Derrick began to pull over and felt the girl tense up a bit.  “I have to stop; it is too dangerous to drive right now.”  The rain had begun to come down even harder in the past few seconds.  Derrick knew his bike well enough, and his skills to know that there was no way that what he was doing was safe.
    The girl shook her head in response.  Derrick pulled in and got off the bike, then lifted her, setting her on the ground.  She stood on her own, though a bit precariously.  He wrapped his arm around her slight frame and felt her body tremble. 
                  “Come on; let’s get out of the rain and cold.”  He pulled her towards the restaurant that was beside the hotel.  Even though he really wanted a bed and some much needed sleep, he knew this girl would think he was trying to do something bad to her.
    The waitress placed them near the back of the restaurant, which was perfect for Derrick.  He loved being out of the way, away from where he could easily be spotted.  When the waitress came back for their order, Derrick got them both some coffee.  The girl looked like she needed something to help warm up her body, and Derrick knew that and the caffeine were something he would be able to handle as well.
                  “So you want to tell me what you were doing out there?”  Derrick said looking into the dark brown eyes of his unknown guest.
    As she sat there, he studied her more closely.  Her face was nice, but she wasn’t striking, however, there was a strange pull in his body.  Her mouth was small and pleasant; it was also a bit crooked.  There were many contradictions to her.  A mixture of beauty, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  At least that was the only thing Derrick could compare how she looked. 
    Maybe she had been hit in the past, and those were old scars that had healed, leaving a permanent mark on her skin, and her soul.  But Derrick still waited for her to answer, until that point it was all just guesses.
    Her voice was so low when she started talking Derrick almost missed it.  Thought it was the music playing from the juke box, or anything else, except her voice.
                  “He left me there.  He said he was done with me once and for all, that I would never see him again.”  Tears began to stream down her face.  She stopped talking and just looked as the tears rolled; there was no sound with the tears though. 
    Derrick knew that state, it was one where you had cried so much about an event that you had no emotion left, but the