Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

I pull up to Julian’s apartment building with one minute to spare. I’m so glad I made the smart decision to leave a bit earlier than I had originally planned because the gridlock I encountered on the drive here was absolutely insane. Days like today I completely understand why some people get road rage. I used to think road rage was just something they put in Hollywood movies for dramatic effect until I came to the US. Traffic like this is just not a thing where I’m from.

I nodded, but deep down I didn’t believe it. And then there were the drivers. Twice this week, cars had come up behind me far too aggressively on the highway, tailgating so closely I could see the drivers’ faces in my mirror. One even swerved dangerously close, forcing me to change lanes. I told myself they were just reckless idiots. Road rage was common. Nothing more. Still, I couldn’t shake the growing sense that something was wrong.

"Please, Rahul, keep your mouth shut." "Although I informed you I disliked your cousin, I consented to be friends with him on your recommendation. But I cannot make such a cocky person my friend." I took out my phone and walked out without hesitating for even a second. I was fuming with rage and because I was holding the steering wheel in my hand; It seems to me like I was holding Harsh's wife's neck in my hands, so I took out my rage on my driving. I was speeding down the highway at 120 miles per hour without seeing the road. I've survived at least four accidents, but today I want my accident to happen; it's suffocating me from the inside.

MAVERICK’S POV I didn’t fucking care if hit a car or not, but those angry drivers who kept sending curses my way, definitely cared about their cars, which I bumped mine against, why trying to navigate past the goddamn slow movement on the road. Rochester city is always busy at night from people going to clubs, some heading home from work and others, from their different businesses, hence the holdup. I, on the other hand, would do whatever it took to get out of the goddamn hold up and get to Kaida as fast as I could.

My breath starts to come short, my pulse pounding, as I look frantically around, trying to peer through the rain-soaked windshield, trying to figure out if I’m going to die in a car crash, or because he’s going to hit me, or when he takes me up to his apartment and forces me to – A horn screeches behind us and Edward curses, fluent and mad, as a blue car pulls in front of us and slams on its breaks. Edward spins our car, hitting the gas, seeking to get around it, but the blue car is faster, more agile. I watch with wide eyes, my hands still gripping the car’s interior, wondering if I’m going to be witness – or victim – to murder by road rage. “This fucking bitch!” Edward shouts, leaning on h

They would even flash the high beams at him constantly. The worst ones would constantly flash and blink the high beams at him. When they finally overtook his car, they would roll down their window and yell profanities at him. For that, Jacob assumed that most drivers in the world all had road rage. However, things were different when he drove the Rolls-Royce Cullinan home earlier. While he was on his way from the Calligraphy and Painting Association to Thompson First, he noticed that all the drivers had been miraculously cured of their road rage issues.

I pressed the horn out of frustration and Rosie kept telling me to calm down. It is not her husband that died, she can't know what I'm going through. After waiting for fifteen minutes and we are still in the never ending traffic, I turned to take the BRT lane... I'm a doctor and I will make up some emergency story if I'm caught. "Stace what are you doing?" Rosie asked looking furious, I just commited a crime, I just violated a traffic rule... At least I did not pass a one way, that one can lead to an accident.

I muttered under my breath. Another shot. Closer this time. My driver cursed under his breath, gripping the wheel tighter as he accelerated. “Hold it steady,” I said. My voice stayed calm. It always does. Even when everything else doesn’t, this people don’t care if they were caught after killing, shooting at someone in the middle of the road already says a lot about them. We cut through traffic, cars honking, people shouting, the chaos building around us as the SUV pushed harder, closing distance instead of backing off.

A big trailer driving at high speed was in front of her, and she slammed her foot on the brake pedal, but it wouldn't budge. She began to yell at the truck driver to move out of the way, but he didn't seem to hear her. Two cars came from both sides, bashing into her car. A man suddenly walked into the road, and she swerved to avoid him, but that was just the move her attackers needed. Her tyres screeched and went flying into the truck. The last image she saw was her mother smiling and waving at her, then a huge fire erupted as the trailer exploded.

It would have been better with her, just talking and watching her sing along to the music. A random car came from behind, full lights and hooting loudly. Having no intention of racing on a dark road at night, if that was his intention, I gave them space but instead they didn't overtake me. Another one came from the front and they blocked the road. Then we waited, they waited for me to come out with my hands up while I waited for them to take me out of that car. No one in fort canon was stupid enough to rob Gerald Wallace. "Get out of the car homie, we got to talk" the one from the back shouted getting out of the car.