Chance pressed the gas petal harder and swerved
around another slow moving car. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. Thoughts
of rescuing Genevieve from her worst nightmare forced his protective instincts
to rise within him and panic pricked his spine.
Honking horns blared in the background, but Chance
ignored them. Focusing solely on driving, he accelerated more. Cars blurred
past. Traffic lights faded quickly.
In his peripheral vision, Chance failed to recognize
a set of headlights.
He heard the crushing of metal. He saw the blinding
light. He felt the air bag burst out of confinement.
Glass sprayed his face and right side. Metal cracked
and shattered. The door panel closed in on Chance.
His head was tossed around. His arm was caught
between the wheel and the bent door. His shoulder dislocated. The contortion of
the door pressed his legs into odd angles. His face was cut and bloodied. His
chest felt bruised from the airbag.
The car spun from the impact. Tires squealed. Sounds
of the crash reverberated through the dark intersection.
No one had witnessed the collision.
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