Novel & Cerita Road Rage Story

"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.

I am not in the headspace for some local’s road rage. The driver guns the engine and whips around me. They swerve back into my lane with zero clearance, forcing me to slam the brakes. "Dammit!" I hiss as my belongings slide into the footwell. I lean on the horn, and they speed off, taking the next hairpin turn on two wheels.

I quickly barked. I almost died in a car crash when I was 17. My ex-boyfriend was upset with me about something and he had severe road rage. And he had a bad temper. We were upside down on the road. After that, though, I can’t remember much. I don’t remember going to the hospital or how we even got hit. When the officers questioned me, I told them I don’t remember other than the car being upside down. Along with some other stuff they questioned me about.

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.

Sometimes staying home is better. Malik is driving at high speed when a person suddenly appears running in front of his car. He tries to avoid hitting him, swerving sharply from side to side, and finally, he collides with him. Wael's body is thrown into the air, and the blade flies from his hand, hitting the car's windshield. Malik continues driving, bewildered. Wael falls to the ground in the middle of the asphalt road. Malik bangs his head against the steering wheel in anger, crying, "I killed him!" A passerby sees the scene and rushes towards Wael.

I figured he just cared about his professional image. Now, with Sarah clinging to him, he just frowned a little and had no intention of pushing her away. It brought me immense pain and made me feel like a clown. "It's nothing," he said. "I promised Rick I'd look after you." "It wasn't my fault," she whined, refusing to let go. "That old lady darted into the road. You know I've got night blindness. I freaked out and mixed up the gas and brakes. I know you're worried about the victim, but I swear I only had a tiny bit to drink. She can name her price, and I'll pay. It's just a shame my new car is stained with blood."

I was just about to take the right-hand ramp when Derek's face darkened. "Why is it restricted? Aren't you wasting ordinary people's time? What are traffic cops even for?" "I don't care. I have to take the left side today, or I'll file a complaint against you." The officer probably had never met someone this stubborn before. "Sir, you may file a complaint if you like. The road is restricted because of snow. Why would I lie to you? "I understand that you want to get home, but if you take the freeway and then the surface roads after the exit, it won't be slow."

I ran as fast as I could to be able to cross the road, however before I could reach the other side, a speeding Black Range Rover is about to hit me. My body stilled. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact since my mind got blocked because of the sudden situation. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again and saw it stopped in front of me. With a furious face and raging anger, I walked towards the car and hit the tire on the driver's side. “You freaking idiot, get out of this damn car!” I shouted to the driver.

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.

I heaved a sigh. I told Vega I would be there. I put the pin into my GPS, backed up, and headed off to the ranch. I got up on the loop in the hopes of getting there faster. As I was coming off the ramp to get on the access road, an idiot went through four lanes of traffic and sideswiped the front of my car. My car was thrust to the left, and I was hit by the trailing vehicle behind me. The airbag went off, and I was pinned between it and the caved-in door. I must have hit my head on the window because blood was running down my cheek onto my shirt. That ass hole who clipped me took off; that's great. I pushed the phone button.