One Lonely Night

Chapter 1

The road was endlessly long and the scenery didn't change much: forests and fields. The radio played some really great songs, but then the DJ changed and the music went to shit. Changing the radio didn't make a big difference; who's going to play really good music after midnight?

I should really install an iPod dock or something. It's better when I'm in control of the music that plays in my car. I would use my CD player, but it has been acting up and it just pisses me off. But it doesn't really matter because there are times where I just get so tired that not even my favorite songs make me happy.

The sky was orange and it quickly turned dark. Dusk and dawn made me realize just how fast time moves, how precious it is. Within seconds, the sky was so dark that it was difficult to set apart the tree tops from the black velvet sky. It was a night of the New Moon.

I always keep track of the Moon phases, mostly because I'm a Wiccan, but because it gives me something to look forward to. I love looking at the Full Moon. It makes me feel like I'm not alone. It's sad, I know, but I've been alone for years. My mother died in a hospital due to an organ transplant gone wrong and my father… never knew the bastard.

I don't have much of a family and what I mean by that is I don't know if one exists. I don't have friends because I never saw a need for them. Alright, that's actually a lie. I see the need for one now, but I never could keep friends for long. They always found me weird and, eventually, found a better friend and tossed me aside. So, yeah; I'm a loner.

My eyes were now getting so heavy and sore, but I haven't seen a motel for quite a few miles. I'm pretty sure one's gonna pop up soon, but it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong.

Just as I rubbed one eye at a time, I was turning around a bend and caught something on the side of the road. It startled me and the worst part, it was about to get in my way. I reacted so quickly, being startled, and it was sort of violent. I swerved, heard a noise and even felt a sort of impact, and slammed onto my breaks, wheels screeching to a stop.

I just sat there, hands gripping the wheel tightly and glancing in the review mirror. I couldn't see anything. I shut off the radio and opened the glove department, searching for my flashlight and my gun. Once I was ready to see the damage I've done, I opened the door and slipped out.

I turned on my flashlight and immediately caught sight of what I nearly hit. Or did I hit it? As I looked at it, my mind was going crazy, seeing a mysterious blur. As I approached, I suddenly realized what it was: a human.

Oh shit, did I kill someone?

My heart was pounding in my chest. No matter how much I've killed all these years, nothing prepares you for killing an innocent person.

Didn't he see the bright lights? Yeah, my car is black, but c'mon, bright lights! That means: car coming!

As I go closer, I can now see what the person is wearing: jeans, a black leather jacket over a black sweater and under that, a dark colored shirt. That's when I realized it was a man.

I knelt down beside him and tried not to look at his face. If he was dead, with his mouth and eyes wide open, I didn't need that to burn into my brain and haunt me. I lifted up his wrist and waited. Was I feeling a heart beat or was it just me? I had to go higher. I placed my fingers on his neck and felt a pulse. It was weak.

Fuck. Is he dying?

With my flashlight, I shone it all over him to assess the damage. So far, his leg looked badly scrapped. When I felt his leg and moved it gently, it didn't seem broken. Then I brought my flashlight to his face and for a second, I froze.

His mouth and eyes weren't opened wide in a twisted expression of horror. Instead, he looked asleep and peaceful. But that's not what caught my attention.

He had strong facial features and a perfectly chiseled jaw. His hair was sandy blond and then I noticed how dirty he was. What did he do, roll around in dirt? Then, I was tempted to push back his eyelids to see his eye color.

Oh, I'm terrible. I hit a guy and all I want to do is know his eye color? Well, he is gorgeous…

I snapped myself out of it and checked the back of his head. He wasn't bleeding. Then I checked his shoulders. They were fine. He was fine. Oh boy, was he fine…

Oh God, am I feeling him up? He does seem muscular… Oh, please stop! See, this is what happens when you're a loner: you want to check out a guy you just hit with your car.

I checked his pockets for a wallet and found nothing. It was odd. Then I began to wonder, what the Hell is a guy with nothing but the clothes on his back doing walking on the side of a highway at night? How could he even see where he was going? Who was he? Wasn't he cold? Afraid?

Now was the time to think: what the Hell do I do with him?

Well, I can think of a few things… Oh for crying out loud, stop! You're not screwing a guy you hit with your car!

I hooked my hand under his armpits and tried to lift him up. It wasn't so bad, until I tried to turn his body around and drag it towards my car. I couldn't get very far. So I walked over to my car, got the spare keys from the visor and opened my trunk. I pulled out the tarp that I had folding up behind the spare wheel and unfolded it on the road next to my mysterious guy.

Once that was done, I dragged him onto it and it was slightly easier to drag the tarp to my car. I opened the passenger door, flipped the seat forward, since my car is a two-door, and then it hit me: how the Hell was I going to get him in there?

No, scratch that. He's sitting in the front seat.

I glanced at him and exhaled with exhaustion. I was using the last of my energy for this guy.

I figured the best way would be to prop him in a sitting position. When that wasn't working very well, I started doing whatever came to mind. Oh, this poor guy. I must have banged his head against the car a few times.

Eventually, I got his top half in and, satisfied my impulsive side. I placed my hands on his ass and heaved him into the passenger seat. I pushed and tucked his legs in, then closed the door. I was breathing hard, my heart was beating rapidly and my lungs were burning like I was back in gym class, running laps.

I folded up the tarp as best as I could, closed the trunk and got back behind the wheel, pushing him up so he was in a sitting position. Well, sort of. Then I pulled the seat belt and buckled him in. I don't want to hit someone else and have him fly through my windshield.

As I drove, I was beginning to calm down. I was so tired at that point and I was relieved when I saw lights up ahead. There wasn't much, but enough to make me smile weakly.

I approached the lights quickly and looked at the buildings in the small town. And I mean small.

When I spotted a motel, I practically turned too early, jumping the curb. I pulled into a parking spot, shut off the engine, grabbed my wallet and ran to the office. I slammed my hand on that ridiculous bell and kept on pounding until the guy walked over sluggishly. He looked pissed off, but if he didn't give me a room in five seconds, I was going to show him that I could be a lot more pissed off then him.

He talked like a zombie and I just listened for the price. I took out money and slammed it down harder than I intended. He slowly handed me the keys to room five and I tore off to my car. I grabbed my bags, opened the door and just threw them in.

When I was certain no one was watching, I prepared myself to drag the mystery guy from my passenger seat to the room. Oh, that was going to be fun.

So I pushed him down, pulled his legs out first and when his upper half was at the edge of the seat, I tried to grip him under his arm pit and pull it out. It was difficult and I had to stop, breathe and try again. I tried my best to drag him and he was slipping out of my grip. I had to stop, grab a hold of him better, and continue.

When he was in the room, I quickly closed the door and the curtains that were slightly opened.

I turned and glanced at him. With the lights on, I got a better look at him. Oh yeah, he was definitely gorgeous!

I took a few seconds to collect myself and then dragged him over to the far bed. I tried to lift him onto it, but I was beyond exhausted at this point.

Oh, fuck it. I grabbed the pillows, lifted his head and placed them under him. Then I tore the blanket off and placed it over him. There, done.

I kicked off my shoes, took off my jacket, locked the door and collapsed into my bed. Once my head hit the pillow, I was out cold.