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I made a quick and sharp turn on a red light, my mind completely scrambled but I pressed even harder on the gas, hoping it would take me to my destination faster. My heart was in my throat, the lump eerily familiar as I blinked back tears.
The engine of the black Bugatti roared with the rage that had slowly simmered down as I swerved through cars as they hooted at me. I held the wheel in a tight grip. It was the only thing I could hold onto at the moment. It was now my anchor as I tried not to breakdown before I reached my destination.
The lights I passed blurred as I listened to the GPS as it took me where I needed to go.
God I'd never felt this much fear before.