Scene 1: Road Rage accident - Minero driver owner of Cadillac - says to you "Talk back and your dead "
Sometimes, uncontrollable anger causes disturbances and harm to anyone. There's a lot of road rage happening, and some incidents lead to death due to misunderstandings and pride. I chose this theme because, based on what I've seen in the news about road rage incidents, if one party takes a stand and the other is triggered, it can cause too much disturbance. To make this story more complex, I'd like to add a lovers' quarrel related to the incident.
I saw my wife get into a BMW car. Initially, I thought she was just riding with her boss. However, as we reached the intersection, I saw a familiar face behind the wheel. When the light turned green, I felt a surge of tension and wanted to scream. As we crossed the highway, I found myself rushing to follow the BMW. They stopped at a coffee shop, and when I drove past them, I saw my wife kissing the guy before they entered the shop. I pulled over in my Cadillac and was consumed by anger. My thoughts were racing, and I felt like losing control.
When the BMW sped past me, I followed, fueled by anger. We were both driving aggressively, like we owned the highway. I passed the BMW and slammed on the brakes, stopping abruptly. The BMW screeched to a halt behind me, and I knew the driver would be furious. The guy got out of his car and shot me a dirty look while I was still inside mine. " What the heck! " he exclaimed. Then I saw his face - Jacob, my young brother, and my wife's lover.
I felt like screaming and wished it was all just a dream. Consumed by anger, I stepped out of my car, and my brother's expression shifted from anger to shock. "Marco, what are you thinking?" he growled, still furious. " Shut up! " I responded, my anger boiling over. " Why my wife? " I demanded, my voice shaking with fury and tears. He replied proudly, " He didn't love you, Marco! " I turned back, opened the car door, and he taunted, " You're leaving again? C'mon! " " Shut up! " I snapped, clenching my fists in rage. " You're boring, bro, " he said boastfully.
I saw something inside my car that compelled me to grab it. Without hesitation, I grabbed my gun and told my brother, " Talk back, and you're dead! " He was shocked to see me holding the gun, pointed directly at his face. With no other option, I pulled the trigger... in my head.