A blood stained jacket

The driver was unlocking the trunk of his car, getting the bag of money out to give to Mr. Rose. And  once he handed it over, the driver felt the sharp pain in his lower stomach. He glanced down and saw what happened. Without thinking the driver grabbed Bernie’s hand in his and was trying to pull the knife out. Bernie of course put up a fight, but with a little effort the Driver managed to get the knife out. The driver didn’t have much of a choice here, so he grabbed ahold of the knife and yanked it out of Bernie’s hand, which then the driver stabbed Mr. Rose in the heart. The driver watched as the life left the other male’s eyes as he helped him to the ground.
The driver put his hand on the wound, the think warm, crimson blood gushing between his fingers. He leaned back on the trunk of his dark midnight blue car, breathing heavy. After a few moments the driver moved to the driver’s seat of his car and sat down, holding the heavily bleeding wound still as he looked off to the distance.
He had no idea what to do. Bernie’s words were buzzing in his head like an angry bee. The driver couldn’t go back to Irene; if he did the people now would know about her. There was only one thing the driver could do. He looked down to the ignition and slowly started the car up, he brought his feet in slowly, shutting the door and he speed off.
The driver found himself on the outskirts of town; underneath a bridge by a forest. The spot he showed Irene and Benicio. ‘Their spot’ is what he likes to call it now.  He was sitting on the cold, hard, ground, a red and white first aid kit opened in front of him. He was trying to stitch the jagged wound because he didn’t want to chance getting caught in the hospital even though he should’ve gone. The driver finished the last stich then cut the string. He leaned his head back against the car and closed his eyes. While he rested he listened to the sounds of nature and he could almost hear Benicio’s laugh, he could see Irene’s smile and the way she put a strand of hair behind her ear. Tears were threatening to escape as he opened his eyes.
He got up slowly. Painfully putting his blood stained white shit on. He picked up the first aid kit and throwing it in the back of his car, by his blood stained Scorpion jacket. Then he got in on the driver’s side of the car and started it up. The driver then peeled out, not looking back at their spot. He had a job to do. He had to keep the two safe and that meant he had to stay away from them. For how long? He had no idea.