DAHILA
"s**t! How could that punk get into a car accident?"
How could they not see him drive! That bastard crawl like a snail on his car, he barely rises his speed everytime he's driving.
My legs wobbled as I scrambled for my keys rushing out into the garage. Inserting the key into the hole was a problem and I couldn't even press the button. My hands were too shaky to do that.
I tried to stay steady and don't think too much but I couldn't. I suddenly felt so nauseous and I couldn't stop myself from puking.
Then I managed to struggle into my car, few more minutes to get it started and get it driving on the highway with a very high speed which got the police siren blaring after my car but that didn't matter now.
That bastard is in the hospital! My phone was vibrating, Ger
