Chapter 7 - The Highway Chase
The incredibly cheap burner phone nearly slipped entirely from my trembling fingers as the horrific truth finally sank in.
My own sister had intentionally orchestrated her own brutal abuse to successfully frame me and steal the massive family fortune.
She had willingly let our father lock her inside the freezing garage to make the police investigation look completely authentic.
Why would she ever voluntarily agree to something so insanely dangerous, I asked Sarah in total disbelief.
Sarah looked highly nervously into the rearview mirror and firmly refused to answer my desperate question.
Before I could aggressively demand an explanation, the incredibly bright high beams of a large black SUV suddenly illuminated our car.
The massive vehicle aggressively accelerated directly across the empty parking lot, heading straight for the fragile driver's side door.
Drive the car right now, I screamed frantically at the absolute top of my lungs.
Sarah slammed her foot fiercely on the gas pedal, throwing the sedan violently forward just as the SUV clipped our rear bumper.
The violent, metal-crushing impact spun us wildly onto the wet asphalt of the completely deserted main highway.
The massive black SUV quickly recovered its balance and roared aggressively up right behind us.
I looked back fearfully through the shattered rear window and saw my husband Mark fiercely gripping the steering wheel.
He truly did not look like the gentle, loving man I had married; he looked like a completely ruthless killer.
Sarah swerved frantically between the completely empty lanes, pushing the old sedan far past its physical mechanical limits.
Mark repeatedly rammed the heavy, reinforced grill of his SUV into our trunk, trying desperately to forcefully run us off the road.
We immediately need to call the police right now, I shouted vigorously, desperately searching for Sarah's cell phone.
We cannot possibly involve the police because they currently think you are a violent fugitive, Sarah yelled back hysterically.
The dark highway rapidly narrowed as we aggressively approached a incredibly steep, treacherous bridge overlooking the freezing river.
Mark forcefully pulled his massive SUV directly alongside our battered car, grinding metal violently against metal.
Bright orange sparks flew brilliantly into the dark winter night as the two vehicles desperately fought for absolute control.
Mark aggressively jerked his steering wheel sharply to the right, violently slamming our sedan directly into the concrete barricade.
The hidden airbags instantly deployed with a completely deafening crack, filling the destroyed cabin rapidly with thick white smoke.
Our crushed car vaulted dangerously over the solid concrete edge, hanging precariously halfway off the massive bridge.
I hung completely helplessly in my jammed seatbelt, staring terribly down at the freezing black water hundreds of feet below.
Mark completely stopped his SUV, calmly stepped out into the cold air, and walked slowly toward our heavily dangling car.
He smoothly pulled a heavy silver handgun directly from his dark winter coat and aimed it firmly at the shattered windshield.
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Instead of shooting me, he pointed the incredibly deadly weapon directly at Sarah's head.
You did a truly wonderful job bringing her right to me, Mark casually said to the nurse with a chilling smile.
