No More Secrets

02

The van started up with a purr. Krist placed his hands onto the steering wheel.

Putting the vehicle into reverse, he drove out of the parking spot. Shifting his gear as he switched to drive forward.

He drove onto the long stretched road. Driving out of his neighborhood and getting himself onto the freeway to Seattle.

He reached a stoplight. Nearly close to the freeway. Opening his glovebox, he takes out a pack of cigarettes.

He opened it and placed one in between his lips. He felt the car's floor and picked up the lighter.

He was too focused on his cigarette he didn't realize the light turned green. He flicked the lighter on and lights it.

Tossing the pack onto the passenger seat. Suddenly a loud honk was heard behind him. He got startled and coughed out some smoke.

He rolled down the window and huffed in annoyance and aggravation.

Flicking the ashes out the window, he shouted. "Fuck you!" Before driving again.

He leaned back into his seat. Keeping his feet on the pedals he needed as he continued to make his drive.

It is late at night. The little clock on the radio stated, 1:40AM.

He audibly groaned as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He blew it out of his rolled down window.

Using one hand as he continued his drive. His shoulders relaxed into the seat as he finished the cancerstick.

Flicking it out the window, he placed his other hand onto the wheel. His hazel eyes glued onto the black and yellowed lined road.

Barely any cars were present now, since he drove further and a 'bit' passed the speed limit.

He exhaled slowly as he slowed the van to the exact speed limit now. He realized he was over speeding due to stress.

He switched lanes, passing one of the only cars that were on the road. Chewing on the skin on his lips as he started to worry more and more.

Needing to see Cobain, he floored the gas. Bumping the van up to about 80 as he firmly grasped the wheel.

"Fuck, c'mon!" Krist shouted - at - nothing. Just the pitch blackness of the road.

He heard cop sirens blaring behind him suddenly. Krist checked his rearview mirror. He scoffed.

"Son of a bitch.." Krist muttered as he pulled over onto the side. The cop followed and pulled over behind him.

The police woman walked over, she cleared her throat and stood in front of Krist's window. Flashlight bright as hell.

Krist squinted his eyes as she lowered her light a little. "Sir, do you know how fast you were going?" She asked, stern.

"Yes, officer." Krist replied. Trying to stay calm as he bit the inside of his cheek. "I need to see some ID." She spoke, holding a hand out.

His large hands started to pat at his pockets. It wasn't there. "Uh, give me a second." Krist muttered.

He opened his glovebox, which made her raise her gun. Krist noticed his in peripheral vision.

He grunted and takes out the wallet that's located inside. He held it as he turned his body to face her.

She lowered her weapon, slowly. Holding her hand out. Krist clicked his tongue as he opened it.

He takes out his ID and handed it to the officer. She looked at it, nodding her head. She handed it back.

Krist takes a hold of his identity card and slipped it back into his wallet. Her weapon was placed back into the hoister on her hip.

She swiftly writes a ticket and handed to Krist. "Next time, don't go so fast." She sneered and then left.

Getting into her car and driving off. Completely in the opposite direction. Krist looked at the ticket.

He tossed it on the floor. Grumbling out profanities as he starts to drive again.

Much slower than how he was previously.