Thread: "I'll take the waitress, to go." (Rapedoll & Swordsman18)

Derrick and Mr. Davis came to a very powerful understanding. He was to not touch Amy in anyway shape or form and Derrick would not tell his wife or connect Mr. Davis to a crime he did not commit. And Amy would keep her job or these things would come to pass anyway, Mr. Davis agreed very hesitantly but he still agreed. He could tell that Derrick was not bluffing. There was definitely a bit of fear in his eyes as he looked in Derrick now. The man had threatened to throw him in prison and had explained to him how easy it would be to do it. Mr. Davis had no choice but to obey. However, when the men came out into the diner and Amy was gone, their bold ran cold. Derrick turned to face him. There was a grin on Derrick's face. It was all this pervert's fault that Derrick was now going to go looking for her. Mr.Davis hung his head as he saw that look on Derrick's face. There was yet another thing for which he was in trouble for, but since Derrick had not said anything just yet. Mr. Davis assumed correctly that Derrick was not going to do anything to him for Amy running off. Derrick walked out of the diner, he was walking at a brisk pace. His mind was working on a sprint at the moment. He was going to have to find her based on observations alone. She could have just gone home. That was his first thought. But considering that she was working at 16 told him that she was independent and that she was not likely to run home to admit defeat. She was going to go somewhere. He just had to figure out where. He opened his car door, sat down in the driver side seat, closed the door and started up the car. He needed to know which way she was going to go. There was no way of knowing it for sure. He was just going to need to make an educated guess. A thought came to his head, considering her feelings, she would most likely want to go somewhere she was alone. There were not that many going the left way down the street. Down to the right, there was somewhere that was not going to be occupied at this time of night or during this kind of temperature. The ice skating park, was the best choice. He put his car into reverse. He eased his car out of the space and turned it so he could leave the diner parking lot. He sped off towards the park, about a third of the way there, he saw her walking along. He slowed his car down next to her. His window rolled down and he looked over at her. She seemed to be all caught up in her emotions. Someone could probably just pull up next to her and snatch her like that. And he definitely could. But he was not here to snatch her for the moment. He was here to comfort her. Amy, please get in the car. Derrick said to her. He did not expect her to get in at first. So he sped up a little and stopp and parked a little ahead of her, he got out of the car. He stood there on the sidewalk before her. Amy, you still have your job if you want it and he wont do anything to you ever again. I promise. I am sorry for making you feel like this. Derrick said. It seemed like his words were such a lure. But they weren't, he meant them. Though his mind continued to battle the idea of throwing her in the car and taking her back to his house. However the eviler side of his nature, said that it was much better that she get into his car willingly, before he do anything to her. It would look so much more natural that way. And no one would question it. Also if a manhunt began for her, Derrick could just lead them to Mr. Davis. They would have a prep who would not even know where the missing girl was. They could work on him for days and days, torturing him all kinds of ways, but he would never tell. He wouldn't know, and even if Derrick was asked, Derrick would not know either. All Derrick would be able to tell them was that Mr. Davis had tried to kiss her the night she disappeared. Derrick rubbed the back of his hair for a moment. He was pushing all of these thoughts back as best as he could. He was just looking at the beautiful girl that he desired and wanted no one else to have.