Short Story 1 by GG
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male, maybe in his early thirties, wearing a baseball cap backwards on his head. Lisa<br />
waived her hand intending to communicate to the angry driver she was sorry if she did<br />
anything wrong, which in reality, she didn’t.<br />
The truck was now just a few feet behind her, definitely tailgating, while flashing its high<br />
beam lights. Lisa suddenly got chills as her fear level grew rapidly. She thought the<br />
driver of the truck would not go away until he seeks some sort of vengeance that lives in<br />
his angered brain. Lisa picked up the pace to gain some distance between the two<br />
vehicles, but she was driving a sixteen year old, small four cylinder car. The truck’s<br />
driver easily caught up with Lisa and was obviously following her, and mad. The driver’s<br />
actions caused Lisa to feel cold to the point of shaking as her fear level was now very<br />
high. Not knowing how to get out of the situation, she started to cry.<br />
She did not have Blue Tooth in her car so she reached for her cell phone that was on<br />
the passenger seat. She dialed 911, but as the 911 dispatcher was asking what the<br />
emergency was, Lisa could not say a word. Before she could explain her plight, she<br />
suddenly felt an impact to the rear causing her to drop the phone on the passenger<br />
floorboard. Lisa frantically reached for the phone but her outstretched fingertips just<br />
moved the phone under the passenger seat, completely out of reach. Her body<br />
trembled with fear as she said to herself, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She made a<br />
quick right turn onto the canyon road that heads into the mountains hoping, actually<br />
praying, the curves would slow the truck down.<br />
As Lisa rounded the curves, the truck seemed to gain even more speed, as several<br />
times her rear bumper was struck. “Is this guy for real? Is he trying to kill me because<br />
he feels I cut him off? What kind of person does this?” Her question was answered as<br />
the truck struck her right rear corner as she rounded a right curve, causing her to go out<br />
of control, running over bushes on the narrow dirt shoulder. She regained control as<br />
she crested the mountain, seeing the Pacific Ocean and the lights of Malibu on the<br />
other side. As she tried to speed away, the truck kept pace, with the crazed driver<br />
flashing the high beams and honking the horn.<br />
Lisa felt if she pulled over to say she was sorry to have angered the man, his out of<br />
control anger could lead to her death. She kept going, and she kept crying. As she<br />
raced around a left hand curve, the truck accelerated and struck the rear of Lisa’s little<br />
car hard enough to guide it over the cliff. Lisa’s car rolled over twice and came to rest<br />
upside down about one hundred feet over the cliff, with its right side being supported <strong>by</strong><br />
a large tree that saved Lisa from tumbling another four hundred feet down. It looked as<br />
if the tree stopping her car did not really matter as Lisa lied motionless behind the<br />
steering wheel, bleeding profusely from several points on her head.<br />
The man in the truck pulled over and got out of his car, but his violent soul kept raging.<br />
Although Lisa’s car was badly damaged and over the side of the cliff, he reached behind<br />
the driver’s seat and pulled out a shotgun. He placed a shotgun shell in the firing<br />
chamber <strong>by</strong> raking the slide, which is a sound pretty much anyone would recognize.<br />
Although Lisa did not die in the crash, she was near death, about to lose consciousness