Chapter 1 by Feintwell
I plugged in my earphones, blasting music to avoid catching the argument between my parents. I tried hard not to listen, but it was impossible not to, my eyes slowly filling with tears. I am usually not a crybaby, but this time was different. Because this time they weren't fighting over Dad cheating again, this time, it was divorce. I was happy that my mum finally decided to end it, after all the years of torture, but I was scared for what's to come. I am an adult, so I can just move out, but I love my family. I don't want to leave them.
My attention wavered from my family when I received a text from my driving instructor, Ben. I was late.
I put on my hoodie and ran outside, I couldn't bear to calmly walk by as my parents continued. I got in my car and instructed Xavier, my driver, to take me to Ben.
We arrived and I rushed to Ben's vehicle. I hopped in the driver seat. Ben smiled at me from the passenger seat while I quickly put on the seatbelt and adjusted the mirrors.
"Sorry,"
"It's alright Mr. Kryer. Please proceed," he said.
I pulled the hand brake and set the gear into parking. Joy washed over me. I had finally completed all my driving lessons.
"Good job," my driving instructor said
"you're gonna be a great driver. I think you'll do amazing on the test. I'll hook you up for tomorrow,"
"Tomorrow?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes! I think you are ready," he said while making me think the opposite.
My entire family doesn't know how to drive. We're lucky to be rich and be able to hire drivers. I'll literally be the first ever driver in my family. I felt too much pressure.
"Sir, I don't think-"
"It seems Mr. Peterson will be available tomorrow from 9 to 10. I heard he is an excellent inspector," he cut me off. "I'll make the appointment for you. Good luck tomorrow,"
I forced a smile and got off the car. I hoped he was nice as I made my way to my car, where my driver patiently waited for me. I slid in the car, on to the leather seats.
"Home sir?" Xavier asked
"Yes Xavier. Home," I confirmed to him.
In a few short minutes, we arrived at my house. The large silver gates opened, letting Xavier drive through and onto the front of my house door. I got off, and he drove the car to the garage. The door man posted outside opened the door for me and I stepped in.
My parents weren't fighting anymore, I couldn't hear them. I slowly proceeded upstairs, to my bedroom.
I plopped on my bed, the pressure of passing the test and the divorce built tension on my shoulders. Tired for the day, I closed my eyes and soon was engulfed in sleep.
I woke up the next morning. My phone in my pocket, I pulled it out. 7:30. I slept for 16 and a half hours, a new record, last time it was 14 hours.
My shower process took 47 minutes. 8 minutes of it was the actual shower, 17 minutes was a concert and the rest was just me standing under the shower head and staring at the wall.
It took 20 minutes to get ready, a boy needs his time getting ready. I was trying to wear something nice to impress the driving inspector.
After I was done, I went to the kitchen, found some frozen pizza, heated it, ate it.
Made my way to Xavier, asked him to cruise around the city until time for the test. Watching the scenery from the car window helped calm down my nerves.
Xavier halted the car to a stop behind the vehicle Ben is leaning on. I got off and rushed to him, sweating already.
"Is he here?" I asked
"Yes. He went to get some water," Ben replied
"Do I look okay?" I asked Ben, feeling nervous by the second.
"Yes, you look good. Now calm down, he won't eat you," as Ben said as Mr. Peterson walked out of the building, a clipboard in his hands.
Unlike Ben who was in his mid 40s, Mr. Tile looked like he was in his late 20s, maybe early thirties. He had a stubble beard, a dark green shirt with black pants on. Looking at my own clothes, we kinda matched. I was wearing black Jeans with a light green T-shirt.
"Hi!" I said, almost instantly regretting how loud I was and the nervousness in my voice.
"Mr. Kryer?" He asked
"Yes," I said
"Get in the vehicle," he instructed
"Okay," I said, making my way around the car and settling in the driver seat.
I adjusted the mirrors to my liking and put on my seatbelt. He got on the other side, got settled in then said to proceed, which I did.
I started the vehicle, moved it out of the parking space and started driving. The road was smooth, it felt nice.
I started the vehicle, moved it out of the parking space and started driving. The road was smooth, it felt nice.
"Turn left," Mr Peterson said
I gave the traffic indicator, turning to the left. This might not be so bad.
I pulled up the hand brake. Satisfied with myself, I looked back up at him. He scribbled something on the clipboard before looking up at me.
"You passed," he said, his voice lacking in emotion.
"Thank you so-" I stopped as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. "May I answer?"
He gestured to me okay, it was Rohit calling me. He was the house butler.
"Hello," I said, picking up.
"Sir, there has been an incident," he said
"What?"
"Mam Kryer, she is dead," my heart drops when I hear those words.
