The Accident A Moment Of Truth Novels & Stories

It would have been better if a million needles were pierced into my heart but my supposed new friends didn't just have my back but they were lying at me to my face! I was utterly speechless!. I felt shattered and broken. There was no one to save me now. I had to save myself. I quickly thought of what to say. "Hold it right there!." a dramatic voice yell. The door flew open and Sasha and Juliet flew in, Juliet holding a USB drive.

But truth be told, I was getting eager to see Abby, and that eagerness was not letting me sit still and wait. Just as I had hoped, not an hour later, my coworkers started arriving, and Abby was the first to come through the door. As soon as I heard the bell ring, I hurried to the front and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry, Abby.” I choked. Melodious laughter rang in my ear as she pulled away. “For what? You didn’t crash my car. Heavens, Chloe, not everything in this world is your fault. Accidents happen.”

Before I could even think of a comeback a dog just ran into the road from nowhere and I screamed. “JER LOOK OUT!!!” and when he did, he swerved the car to the right and we went straight into a food truck that was in the right lane. When they make accident scenes in movies, they make it seem like one has all the time in the world to make split second decisions that results in no casualties but that couldn’t be further from the truth. One moment the road was there, wide open and safe, the next I was screaming for Jeremy to look out and I saw was black.

“You are a bastard and nothing else to think that I would let you come anywhere close to me. you are mistaken” “Do you think you have a choice or what? Do you think Rodrigo is coming to save you? look around you, you don't even know where you are so how exactly are you going to get out of here and go to him? face it! the relationship between the both of us is over and now Is Our Moment my love, you just have to accept that with open arms and everything will be good but if you try to run and I can catch you, the only ones who are going to pay for all of this will be your friends”

His expression was raw, unguarded and it was pure with terror. Then he turned and fled toward a side exit, nearly stumbling in his haste to get away. My blood turned to ice water in her veins. Behind me, a car door slammed. I spun to see Lucas climbing into the back of a black town car, his face illuminated for just a moment in the afternoon light. He looked at me through the tinted window, really looked at me, and I saw something there. Guilt. The car pulled away, merging smoothly into traffic, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk with the sun beating down and her world tilting on its axis.

Then, the tracker showed her speed dropping rapidly, finally coming to a dead stop on a less-trafficked side street leading out of the city center. ​Perfect. ​I adjusted my mirror, letting a look of perfect, shocked concern wash over my face. I smoothly accelerated, driving past the hood of her stalled vehicle, before braking suddenly just enough to realize who the stranded driver was. ​I pulled over. ​She was leaning against the driver’s door, her hands shoved into her hair, a picture of absolute frustration. The anger I saw earlier was now compounded by sheer panic. ​“Don’t tell me,” I said, walking toward her, my voice laced with perfect, manufactured surprise.

I sat on the edge of my bed in the gray London light for a long time before I finally pressed play, my thumb hovering over the screen like it might burn me. Julian's voice, when it came, sounded different than I remembered, rougher, stripped of the polished calm he wore like a second skin in every boardroom and every anniversary dinner I had endured for five years. He told me about a driver named Desmond Ruiz. He told me about Penelope, confirming everything Eleanor had already relayed in careful, secondhand pieces. He told me, in a voice that cracked once, audibly, near the end, that the accident that had cost me my legs and my career had never been an accident at all.

“How about the truck heading toward you? It jackknifed, went off the road, and the driver—is barely been buried. " I went cold inside. “The poor man,” I whispered, glancing out the window at the gray afternoon. My fate suddenly didn’t seem so bad. What if I had caused the accident? What if my negligence had killed a woman I couldn’t even remember and a stranger? God, please, no. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat. I needed the truth, not a sugar-coated version. I turned to Lazio, meeting his gaze head-on. “Tell me what happened that night. I want the facts.”

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”