I was driving twenty miles over the speed limit and didn't even realise till it was too late.
After storming out of the rehab centre in Yorkshire, I'd immediately gotten a train, not even bothering to check its destination. As it happened, this train was headed to Heverage, a large city I hadn't visited since college. Quickly taking out a pocket map, I permanently kept in my bag, I checked the surroundings of Heverage to see if there were any hotspots or available flats. All in all it looked fairly boring and quiet, I couldn't find any clubs, bars, sports places or anything, even after checking on the internet on my phone.
I sighed and decided Heverage wasn't for me, but something caught my eye on the map, a small city almost directly beside it, Brunsden. It had bars, nightclubs, a concert stage with regular band tours, everything I needed. I googled it and soon found an available flat for cheap rent.
"Perfect," I marvelled to myself, already planning how to get there.
As soon as the train came to a juttering stop outside the station, I leapt off and speedily walked towards the car park where I waved down a taxi and got in.
"Brunsden, ta," I told the driver and he nodded and set the car in motion.
It had only taken about ten minutes to arrive there, I'd timed it, and now the driver dropped me off in the city centre, a small high street with a market further down. Checking the map, I located where the flat I needed was and headed that way.
Anger flooded through my veins. The landlord had rejected me without even hearing me out. I'd sat down in his office and immediately he'd said, 'Sorry, I'm not currently looking for any more tenants now thank you,' and waved me away as if he were dismissing a servant. I'd just come from the car shop, after having taken a particularly nice one out for a spin. I didn't intend to buy it; driving just calmed me down. It had turned dark and the city road I drove down was illuminated an ugly orange, as the weathered tarmac whizzed under the glossy, black Land Rover- I favoured big cars. But as I tore down the road, shooting past pedestrians and other cars, I only grew more stressed. Flexing my stiff knuckles on the leather steering wheel, I breathed out through a clenched jaw. My teeth grated together, my face muscles twitched, my biceps tensed. Then without warning I brushed past another car about to turn out of a junction and he beeped his horn loudly at me making me scream at him, "Learn how to give fucking way, you blind twat!"
I turned my head backwards to watch him scowl at me and returned it, but just while I was turning back to face the road, I suddenly noticed a figure directly in front of the car. Their face was briefly lit up by the bright head lights, just before I stamped on the breaks, and swerved the car onto the other lane, feeling it buckle against the crossing's traffic lights...
"Perfect," I marvelled to myself, already planning how to get there.
As soon as the train came to a juttering stop outside the station, I leapt off and speedily walked towards the car park where I waved down a taxi and got in.
"Brunsden, ta," I told the driver and he nodded and set the car in motion.
It had only taken about ten minutes to arrive there, I'd timed it, and now the driver dropped me off in the city centre, a small high street with a market further down. Checking the map, I located where the flat I needed was and headed that way.
Anger flooded through my veins. The landlord had rejected me without even hearing me out. I'd sat down in his office and immediately he'd said, 'Sorry, I'm not currently looking for any more tenants now thank you,' and waved me away as if he were dismissing a servant. I'd just come from the car shop, after having taken a particularly nice one out for a spin. I didn't intend to buy it; driving just calmed me down. It had turned dark and the city road I drove down was illuminated an ugly orange, as the weathered tarmac whizzed under the glossy, black Land Rover- I favoured big cars. But as I tore down the road, shooting past pedestrians and other cars, I only grew more stressed. Flexing my stiff knuckles on the leather steering wheel, I breathed out through a clenched jaw. My teeth grated together, my face muscles twitched, my biceps tensed. Then without warning I brushed past another car about to turn out of a junction and he beeped his horn loudly at me making me scream at him, "Learn how to give fucking way, you blind twat!"
I turned my head backwards to watch him scowl at me and returned it, but just while I was turning back to face the road, I suddenly noticed a figure directly in front of the car. Their face was briefly lit up by the bright head lights, just before I stamped on the breaks, and swerved the car onto the other lane, feeling it buckle against the crossing's traffic lights...
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