realized there was no escape on foot. Desperation took over as she raced
toward her mother’s car, the only chance she had to outrun Sharon. With trembling hands, Lucy fumbled to start the engine, her inexperience behind the wheel only adding to the danger.
As the car roared to life, Lucy slammed her foot on the gas, speeding down the dark, narrow road. Her lack of driving experience made controlling the car nearly impossible, and the tires screeched as they skidded dangerously. But Lucy couldn’t afford to slow down—Sharon was still close behind, her obsession fueling the pursuit.
Panic clouded Lucy’s thoughts as the road began to wind sharply up the mountains. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, but the car swerved uncontrollably. Every turn felt like a gamble, and her mind screamed for her to slow down. Yet fear kept her foot pressed firmly on the accelerator, ignoring the danger ahead.
Sharon’s car loomed larger in Lucy’s rearview mirror, the relentless chase closing in. Just as the road curved sharply, Lucy lost control. The car skidded on loose gravel, spinning out of control before slamming violently into the rocky cliffside. The sound of crunching metal filled the air, and the car came to a halt, teetering precariously close to the edge of the mountain.
Lucy, dazed and disoriented, felt a sharp pain in her side. The impact had left her trapped inside the wreckage, the doors jammed and her body sluggish from the collision. Smoke began to rise from the engine, and the smell of gasoline filled the air, thick and ominous. Panic surged through her as she realized how close she was to disaster. She struggled to move, but her limbs felt heavy, and her head spun.
Meanwhile, Sharon, who had been following closely, skidded to a stop just a short distance away. For a brief moment, she was frozen in horror, watching as Lucy’s car lay crumpled against the mountain. Smoke billowed from the wreckage, and Sharon’s mind raced with the implications of what had just happened. She hadn’t intended for this to happen, and the thought of being caught terrified her. Without a second thought, Sharon fled the scene, her car disappearing into the night, leaving Lucy trapped and alone.
Lucy’s situation grew more dire as the smoke thickened, and the smell of gasoline became overwhelming. She coughed violently, her vision blurring as she tried to free herself from the seatbelt. The car was on the brink of catching fire, and Lucy knew she had only moments to escape.
Just when all hope seemed lost, headlights appeared in the distance. A man emerged from the light, running toward the wreckage with urgency. He called out to Lucy, his voice cutting through the chaos. With a rock, he smashed the rear window and reached inside to pull Lucy to safety. Mustering all her strength, Lucy crawled through the back seat and toward the broken window, the fire spreading from the engine to the cabin.
The man pulled her out just in time, and together they stumbled away from the wreckage as the car erupted into flames. The explosion lit up the night sky, a deafening roar that echoed through the mountains. Lucy collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air as the man knelt beside her, checking for injuries. Though shaken and in pain, Lucy was alive, but the traumatic ordeal left her mind reeling.
As sirens approached in the distance, signaling that help was on the way, Lucy couldn’t stop thinking about Sharon—the woman who had nearly cost her life. The accident may have been over, but the emotional scars left by Sharon’s twisted obsession would linger long after the flames died down.
