Vee POV
Crash! There went another lamp. Patch was pissed to say the least. I've never seen Patch so furious; usually he was calm and collected. Nora had left him with some fallen angel and now was who knows where. We searched for hours and called her cell until the voicemail was full, but we had no luck. I couldn't blame her; Patch was intentionally flirting with a bunch of sluts.
"We need to find her," he said gritting his teeth. Patch was facing me, but was looking down, hiding his face under his baseball cap. I could feel the power radiating from him. I took an unintentional step back. I was pissed though, so I stood my ground.
"Maybe she doesn't want to be found." I said crossing my arms. Patch looked up and eyed me. I held my irritated gaze. Patch has caused Nora a lot of pain and I was getting tired of his crap. Then, he did something unexpected. His face softened and became almost sad; he then sat down on the couch with his head in his hands as if struggling with something.
"I don't know what to do.." He said softly.
"What do you mean?" I asked taking a few daring steps closer.
"With the baby." He paused. I sat next to him. "I never expected Nora to get pregnant. It's never happened before."
"I don't think flirting with girls is the answer though." He looked away. "You really hurt Nora with that. She trusted you, Patch."
He lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. There was a long silence between us. He looked down and finally spoke with a tinge of shame and misery in his voice, "but I'm afraid I'm not father material."
I laughed. "God, you don't think Nora isn't too? She's scared as hell. She's afraid you'll leave her because of the baby... or the baby won't live. She's worried too, Patch, and the only way you'll get through this is if you work things out."
He nodded. I gave him a small smile. He then crossed the room in a few steps, throwing on his leather jacket.
"I'm going to find Nora. I won't be back until I've set things right." He said with a straight, determined voice. I smiled and nodded. I'm glad I could talk sense into him. With that, he slipped out the door and into the night. A few seconds later, I heard the engine of his Audi start up and the screeching of wheels.
I started to get up, and then it occurred to me. Since when were Patch and I.. friends? I nearly gagged.
Nora POV
I made it as far as Indiana until the Truck quit on me. I was on the highway when smoke started coming from the engine.
"Great.." I pulled off to the side and made my way to the front of the car. When I opened the hood smoke poured out. I didn't know squat about cars, so I had to call a tow. 15 minutes later a green tow truck pulled in front of my car. A guy wearing a navy mechanic suit and matching baseball cap got out with his sleeves rolled up so you could see his muscles flex. On his suit read Dylan. As he approached my car I could see his tan, sharp features, like a male model, deep blue eyes, and dark hair that were tucked under his hat. He had grease stains on his uniform, hat, and a small one on his chin.
"Good evening, car troubles?" He asked.
"I wouldn't have called otherwise," I replied. He gave me a lazy smile then turned to my car.
"Phew, we'll have to take it back to the shop so I can take a look at it." He told me. I nodded solemnly. "You can wait in the front seat if you want. It'll only take me a minute to hook this up."
I nodded once again and made my way to the front seat of the tow truck. I hugged myself as I stared out the window. Just off the highway were beautiful, tall pine trees that blew gracefully in the quiet, calm wind. I finally started to relax; I couldn't help but feel on edge since I left.
The door next to me slammed closed; I jumped. A deep chuckle came from next to me. Dylan started the truck and pulled onto the highway. It was silent for a few minutes. He then broke the silence.
"I'm Dylan by the way."
"Nora." I told him softly.
"That's a beautiful name." He said turning to me giving me a sweet smile. I nodded. He turned back and focused on his driving.
Rows of tall pine trees passed in a blur as we headed down the highway; just above the rows of trees, in the sky, the sun set.
After a few silent minutes, Dylan broke the silence. "So where are you from?"
I paused for a second before answering, "Maine."
"Maine?! Wow, came a long way." He said shockingly. I nodded. He paused. "Any reason why? I mean there's not much out here."
I shrugged. "I'm still not sure myself. I guess I just needed to get away." He nodded understandingly.
A few minutes later we pulled into a small repair shop. It had two garages. One had an older car inside of it. I noticed a man working on it. When he heard the engine he turned, he had features similar to Dylan, but older. He had thin dark hair with grey side burns; he was wearing the same navy uniform as Dylan. He used a towel to wipe off his hands as he approached the tow truck.
"That's my dad; he owns this repair shop." A pause. "Alright, here we are."