Stolen Fate

Chapter Two - Krishna

Chapter Two

Krishna

Being abandoned by her parents at the young age, Krishna Mitchell had always relied on herself rather than others to get what she needed to survive. Often times by the way of breaking the law. At twenty-two, Krishna was no fool in knowing how her appearance made little boys squirm with delight and had long ago learned how to use that to her advantage. With the ability to convince practically anyone to do as she pleased, Krishna was also rather stubborn. Combine all of that with being sneaky and a bit rebellious, and you had yourself an all around weapon of mass destruction.

Of course not everything is as good as it seems, and for Krishna this is more than true as her rebellious and smart talking ways got her in trouble for the last time.

Now on the run from her shady past, she finds herself once again alone and in desperate need of a place to crash as her exhaustion threatens to consume her.

Deciding the time now or never she pulls her black and chrome MV-Augusta F4CC into the dirt drive of an old abandoned truck stop, against her better judgment. Typically places like this would send her running in the opposite direction out of sheer dread of being gawked at and recognized later. But tonight her utter exhaustion was weighing heavily on her ability to think clearly resulting in an ‘I just don’t care’ attitude.

Truth was she had been driving for so long without passing a single hotel or rest stop sign that she had begun to think civilization was a long distant memory until she spotted the hazy lights from this place.

Sighing heavily as the bike stuttered to a stop indicating the gas fumes had finally faded, she silently thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t broken down on the side of the highway. This place could at least offer her a place to wash up and crash; even if it was at a small corner booth in its attached diner.

At three a.m. she wasn’t going to be overly picky.

Pushing her bike onto the sidewalk and parking it besides the entrance door, Krishna took her helmet off and carried it and her backpack into the building with her. Ignoring the comments from the teenage boy working the sales counter regarding her parking, she followed the signs for the restroom and locked herself in.

It had been nearly six hours since she stopped for fuel; nearly twice that since she allowed herself a bathroom break. She didn’t even want to know what she smelt like because she couldn’t even remember her last shower.

Using the provided foam soap and a wad of cheap paper towels, she made herself a make shift washcloth and washed where it mattered the most before reapplying deodorant and calling it quits. In all honesty she didn’t much care what she looked or smelt like as long as she could lay her head for a couple hours. But with her cash supply already threatening to do her in, her priorities were sent off balance.

Krishna didn’t bring much with her this time. Just the little essentials she managed to stuff into her backpack which included a couple outfits, her toothbrush, hairbrush, perfume, deodorant, tampons, and about five hundred bucks to which she lost half in a bad hand of poker before she even made it out of Detroit. If she had more time she would have thought to bring some snacks and more money; definitely more money. But it wasn’t like she had a whole lot of time to prepare for this last minute flee. She considered herself lucky to have had the chance to grab what she did.

But now, in a moment like this when she had to choose between fuel or food, she was sure wishing she had made that extra time. Yeah her time was pressed, but it wasn’t like the cops actually knew where to find her once she escaped. She could have stayed in minimum one more day before cutting it close.