NSFWdragonhouse
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There was no time to think. Adrenaline took over. I scrambled out of her car, fully naked, the cold night air hitting my skin. I dove into my Ford Focus and tore off after them. It was only then, as their taillights swerved ahead of me, that the reality of what they’d taken hit me: my mother’s phone. My own had been stolen a few days before, and I was using hers to stay connected. My mom was already on a razor's edge with me, furious about the life I was living. Losing her phone wouldn't just be an inconvenience; it would be another betrayal, another reason for her to believe I was a lost cause. That was not okay.
The chase was a blur of pure, focused rage. We were hitting eighty-plus down narrow side streets, the world outside my windows a smear of brick and flickering streetlights. My little Focus screamed in protest, but I kept my foot pressed to the floor. He was trying to lose me, but I was fueled by something more than just a stolen phone. It was about not failing, not this time.
We flew down C Street and shot towards the intersection at Allegheny. The light was red. He didn't slow down. He tried to burn through the light, a desperate, stupid move. And in that split second, a flash of headlights from the side, a deafening crunch of metal on metal, and his car went spinning around into the middle of the intersection.
He’d just T-boned someone driving down the street.
I remember saying, “Oh yeah! Fucking awesome!” out loud to myself as I slammed on my brakes, my car skidding to a stop. The chase was over. It was 10 PM on a Friday on Allegheny Avenue. The street was alive with traffic and people and I was at the center of a fresh car wreck I’d helped cause. I was pissed.
The chase was a blur of pure, focused rage. We were hitting eighty-plus down narrow side streets, the world outside my windows a smear of brick and flickering streetlights. My little Focus screamed in protest, but I kept my foot pressed to the floor. He was trying to lose me, but I was fueled by something more than just a stolen phone. It was about not failing, not this time.
We flew down C Street and shot towards the intersection at Allegheny. The light was red. He didn't slow down. He tried to burn through the light, a desperate, stupid move. And in that split second, a flash of headlights from the side, a deafening crunch of metal on metal, and his car went spinning around into the middle of the intersection.
He’d just T-boned someone driving down the street.
I remember saying, “Oh yeah! Fucking awesome!” out loud to myself as I slammed on my brakes, my car skidding to a stop. The chase was over. It was 10 PM on a Friday on Allegheny Avenue. The street was alive with traffic and people and I was at the center of a fresh car wreck I’d helped cause. I was pissed.