Life Sucks but Loves Bites (Re-Editing)

Remembering

“What do you mean you don’t remember?”

She ran her fingers through her hair then let out a long tired sigh. “I mean exactly that. I have no memory of what happened the night Vic was turned.”

Danyelle walked away from the window and started to move to the living room. It was getting really late and I knew that Danyelle was tired but my gut told me that I needed to find out what had happened. Besides I had agreed to train Vic, so I needed exactly what I was getting myself into.

“How can that even be possible? You can’t forget something that huge Danyelle.”

She sat down on one of the couches and rested her head on the back of the chair. Defeated she looked over to me and patted the cushion next to her. I took a seat next to her and held her hand. “Danyelle, you can’t keep me in the dark on this.”

Her eyes became tearful as she nodded. “I know.” She took a deep breath and then looked away from me. Her eyes became more distant as she recalled the night. “We used to go out every Thursday night to dinner because it was the only night my dad had off work. Dad was a huge fan of classic muscle cars and had recently bought a 1958 Chevrolet Impala convertible. So Vic and I kind of made up family night so that we could get a ride in it. We would always try to stay in that car as long as possible so we would give dad wrong directions or make him take the long way home.” She stopped for a moment at the memory and smiled. A single tear ran down her face and she let it drip onto her shirt before she wiped what remained away. “I had convinced dad to take that one mountain route back home, you know the one that twists and turns with the land, he almost said no but then mom convinced him too because it was family night. I was so excited that I unhooked my seat belt and sat up on the seat with my hands in the air. Vic started yelling at me to put my seat belt back on and then out of nowhere something hit the windshield of the car. Dad spun out of control down the mountain and I was tossed from the car. I knocked my head on something and blacked out. The next thing I knew I woke up on the front porch covered in blood with no memory of what had happened or how I had gotten there. Automatically I ran inside and started calling out for my family. No one answered.”

“But what about Vic?” I interrupted.

She looked over at me. “Vic came home the next day. I didn’t even recognize him at first because he was covered from head to toe in blood and dirt. When I looked into his eyes I saw they were blood red and knew that it wasn’t Vic. I started throwing things at him and running around the house like a maniac, but Vic didn’t chase after me or even try talking to me, he simply walked right by me and went to his room. He didn’t come out for a long time.”

“What about your parents?”

Her hands clenched at the question. I could see the tears gather in her eyes but she shook her head and fought to keep them back. “My parents died that night.”

I froze at the word. Died? No that couldn’t be true her parents weren’t dead. I thought back and suddenly everything made sense. The reason why she would quickly change topics whenever I asked her about her parents, when I had asked her if her parents minded her being out late she had said that they weren’t home, the lack of cars in the driveway, and even the dirty kitchen. They were all huge ass clue and I had misread them all. When I thought about all of that I felt stupid. I should have realized that her parents were… dead.

“Danyelle I am…I’m so so-

“Don’t worry about it.” She leaned back against the couch tossing her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose. “You said that you needed to know everything, well that’s all I know. Vic won’t even tell me what happened to mom and dad, so good luck getting the rest of the story out of him.”