rainy road
...tte out of the glove compartment. He searched a while for his lighter; raking in his pockets. Nothing. He punched the steering wheel and put his head back. “Miss me!” the voice came from the passenger seat; it was Pete. He hated Pete; he had ruined his life. “Why are you here?” asked Stuart anxiously “I’m your friend” “Get out of the car, get out right now!” Pete left for now. Stuart and Pete had been friends for a long time but there was something about him that Stuart just couldn’t put his finger on. He was always getting him trouble and nobody would believe it was Pete. He was with him day and night, sitting, staring. It really freaked Stuart out. He slammed the pedal down and of he went. Turning out onto the highway he checked to see if any cars were following behind him. And again Pete was in the car. “I thought I told you to…” He had gone. “Must have been my imagination” he thought to himself. “Got a light” said Pete “What the hell are you doing here?” “I’m here to help you” “Help that’s a laugh, you dest...