Road Rage Story Novels & Stories

He rode this motorcycle so I need to double the speed of my car. "Bad trip!" I slammed the steering wheel when I reached the road with traffic. I should not give up easily. I made a u-turn and find for another way. I drove my car even faster, afraid that I will not catch him. The playful smirk flashed on my face when I saw his motorcycle. When I walked outside my car, my eyes widened when I saw the guy lying in the road with his nose bleeding. But my eyes widened more when I saw the familiar guy standing there— the person who did that to man who stole the lady's bag.

What the hell! "Have you gone nuts?" I screamed at the driver angrily "So you want to kill me? All these while you've been pretending to respect me, you had it in mind to kill me?" I asked with a murderous look "It really isn't like that ma'am! The guy that was about crossing the road caused it, I had to apply the brakes instantly to avoid committing murder" he explained and that was when I looked up and indeed saw a guy on the floor just at the front of the car

I knew without a doubt in my mind that my Gracie, my whole world and the love of my life had just somehow found out what had happened. I scrubbed my hand down my face, my grip on the steering wheel with the other hand so tight that my knuckles were white and the tips of my fingers were tingling from lack of blood flow. I gritted my teeth and roared out my anger and frustration in the safety of the Yukon. Thankfully, the cop in front of me turned off at the park and I waited exactly three seconds longer than necessary at the stop sign, to make sure he was rolling along and not paying attention to me before I darted through the intersection and gunned the gas.

someone yelled. I had been oblivious to the threat and had walked onto the road without checking for the signal. The driver’s shout was a jarring reminder of my recklessness. Jake’s reaction was swift and fierce. He pulled me closer and sent a scathing look towards the driver, his actions protective yet commanding. He closed the window, sped up the car, and left the driver behind. At that moment, my heart raced for reasons beyond the narrow escape.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as the man accelerated high speed. He chose the empty roads where police officers seldom stayed, driving 267 kilometers per hour. “Ahhhh!” Stacey kept screaming, “You're gonna get us killed!! Slow down!” The man didn't listen. He just kept on driving. “Stop! Stop the fucking car! I don't wanna go anymore!” She pleaded in tears, “Please stop!” Under an hour and thirty, the driver stopped and dropped them off at their destination. Stacey was finally glad the gruesome journey had come to an end.

"Whitney? What brings you here?" I didn't waste my time with him and turned to the officer. "Officer, I don't agree with this letter. I'm pressing charges against Roxanne Walker and Liana Johnson for reckless driving that led to a death!" The officer hesitated, glancing between Trevor and me. He sounded torn. "Well… in situations like this, the family needs to be on the same page." I ripped up the forgiveness letter right before Trevor. "I'm filing a case. On the night of August 15th, Roxanne Walker and Liana Johnson were speeding on their motorcycle when they hit my son and killed him. And I'm sure they were drunk driving!"

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.

“Large vehicles are prohibited on this road. “Not only did you drive all the way here, you even rammed my car at such a crucial moment. “You also managed to point out my identity. “If you’re telling me that this was all an accident, I’d have a hard time believing you…”

Almost got hit by a car at the mall. Her reply was almost immediate. Rosa: WHAT?! Are you okay?? I typed back quickly, not wanting her to panic. Me: I’m fine. Just a little scraped up. But the driver didn’t even stop. It was like they didn’t care at all. Rosa: That’s insane! People are so reckless these days. I’m glad you’re okay, but damn, Em. That’s terrifying.

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.