versions_of_me (versions_of_me) wrote in _survivors_,
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Road rage, just screaming and tailgaiting...okay and my profanity *oops*

Last night I invited my little sister to come driving with me and see some fireworks. There's a road I drive when i'm upset or need to think...Sometimes the speed limit is 55 and sometimes it's 30 for the next 3 miles because there's such tight corners...It's comforting because there's never many people on it, and instead of racing, it's peaceful...usually. It takes you through a mini town and you end up in Centralia which is south of here and surprisingly pretty small compared to Olympia or Lacey...
Anyways...
Around the sharp corners we were probably going near 50, which is fine because the corners really are not that bad, and I wouldn't drive stupid with my little sis in the car. But for some reason this chick wanted to be funny and kept getting as close to me as should could, so...I break checked her. Then she tried it again (let me mind you she has had PLENTY of chances to pass me on the straight stretches) only this time, she puts on her brights. So at about sixty miles an hour, I drop everything and stop the car within a matter of seconds. By the time her car finishes it's screeching halt, about...4-5 inches away from mine...I'm already out of my car and about to beat the living shit out of her. I've never seen someone back their car up so freakin fast as i'm sitting here "YOU NEED TO BACK THE FUCK UP OR I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS YOU STUPID BITCH!" Then she ran, only...My honda vs. her Kia...I caught back up to her within seconds, and, road her ass and imagine this, BRIGHTED HER! She just happened to get real upset and try break checking me just as I did her, only problem was I wasn't tail gaiting so it didn't do her any good. After a few miles of her being mortified that I was following her home...I pulled over to get gas. :)

I know what came over me this time. My little sister. She told me the lady behind us was scaring her. Granted my little sister is 13, she would have been okay, but still...She was scared none the less and that's not how I wanted our fourth to be. When I got out of my car, all I could think about was that bitch hitting us, or something happening and my little sister getting hurt. I could NEVER live with that. I couldn't be the one knowing she got hurt, or died because of me, when she was under MY supervision. So...I went crazy on the potential person who could have done just that.

Don't mention guns, it's a small mini hick town where they don't believe in them for anything other than hunting.
Tags: anger management
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