Entwined Short Story Car Crash 소설 & 이야기

She laced our fingers together and gave the slightest squeeze, like a promise. “You don’t have to carry this on your own anymore,” she said, her voice soft but sure. My throat tightened. I let out a slow breath and finally looked up. The compassion in her eyes undid me. I swallowed hard, steadying my voice enough to keep going. “The car was hit so hard, we flipped. Over and over. Metal crushed around us. Glass shattered. Blood in my mouth. The stink of gasoline.” I swallowed hard. “When we finally stopped, we were upside down.”

I couldn’t even process what was happening. Struggling, I clutched at the seat as the car swerved out of control, but there was nothing to hold onto as the chaos ripped through me. Grace’s body was pressed against mine, trying to shield me. I could feel her, tense and frantic, her arms wrapped tightly around me, trying to protect me as the world around us crashed down. Then, the car finally stopped with a sickening thud. Everything went still, but my body remained tense, too much pain flooding my senses. I groaned as I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My body felt like it had been broken.

She did not know where she was going, but her mind was filled with the scenes Santigao had described to her. Roderick was shot, he was not far from the explosion... Cathy's tears of regret gushed out, she stepped off the sidewalk, and suddenly, a minivan that was braked suddenly crashed into her. Cornelia felt a great pain coming from her legs... The car stopped and one of her legs was crushed under the tire... Her eyes widened, and in the next moment, she fainted... "Cathy..." Santigao was worried, and followed her out, but what he saw was Cornelia lying on the ground, with one of her legs broken under the pressure.

You must be obedient and obey him. The tears that were about to fall quickly shattered on the long slender fingers. Calantha quickly flashed her turn signal and turned into a nearby alley. Because of the warm feeling that Eric gave her when she had an incident on the road, she got entangled in this tearful love affair. Just as Samson guessed, there was a traffic accident ahead. The two cars were stuck together, burned to the point that only the car frame remained. Even though the fire was extinguished by the police, smoke still rose, black and choking.

He made another swift turn, there was a car coming. It was too late! A scream tore from my throat as our cars collided, and glass was sent flying. My head banged into something hard. The world went blank in the next instant. * *

Glass shattered, and the scene became a chaotic whirlwind. When the disorientation subsided, Athena found herself still inside the overturned car. The driver was unconscious in his seat, and she could feel the pain seeping through her body as she attempted to move. With great effort, she crawled towards the door, using her hands to steady herself. Gripping the door tightly, she managed to pull herself up, surveying the aftermath of the devastating accident. Multiple cars, including police vehicles, were mangled and scattered across the scene.

"I’m sorry,Miss but I’ve already gotten tons of money for this. You're in someone's way, so I have to get rid of you." In someone's way? Whose way was she in? Several people came across her mind. Aurora or Maria? They never liked her. "Who sent you... " Before she could finish, the car suddenly collided with something. She felt dizzy, and her body swayed,her forehead hit the glass. The glass was of good quality and there was not even a crack, but she was bleeding. "Damn it!" The driver cursed and started to turn the wheel quickly. Renee held the handrail desperately. Her body was swinging left to right, out of her control.

My heart went out to her, for it was clear that she was wrestling with something overwhelming. With determination, I pulled her gently toward me, enveloping her in a protective embrace. I wanted to be her anchor, her source of strength in the face of her torment. "Please, Vincenzo. I don't want to enter the car. I can see their faces. See the blood everywhere," she cried, pointing to my car. Her words struck me like a lightning bolt, revealing a profound trauma associated with cars. It was apparent that she had endured a devastating accident, one that had left indelible scars on her psyche.

Peeping his ugly head through the window, he shot at me, but luck kept me breathing. I kept shooting. The windscreen spiderwebbed and then surrendered. One round found the driver's chest and the man folded like bad origami. Seconds stacked on each other. For a heartbeat I thought the car would barrel through me. Instead it swerved, grunted, then slammed into a tree with a sound like a world ending. The bumper dug itself into bark and smoke uncurled from mangled metal in small plumes. My companions went feral: Blayne's been caught!

I clawed at the wheel with my tied hands, desperate to wrestle it from his grip, his fell off in the process. “Let go!” he shouted, struggling against me. I cried, slamming my elbow into his side. The car swerved violently, tires screeching as metal groaned. We were seconds away from the edge. A car trudged dangerously close to us and it hit our car by it's side. Our car swerved right, crashing into the heap of sand. My body jerked as the force slammed me against the dashboard. My head pounded as warm liquid wet my cheek. The air was thick with gasoline and blood.