Unbelievable
This Black DeSoto was driven at full speed along the road at me. And I observed it motionlessly. All good comes to an end, was the only thought that raised in my mind at the moment. BUT. The car turn a side, and meet the pillar on the way. The hard sound of drags and the blow touched my ears.
I was frozen by the scene for a while, I just couldn't believe this happening at real. I turned to the car and made a few steps to its direction, expecting to see the damaged dead body of the Hell's driver, when the car door was pulled out by the two healthy foots. The grey jeans paced in the high boots of military style flashed in the dying light of the pillar, before I saw the owner of the car completely.
"Blood hell," - deep English accent of a lazy talker filled the night ear, - "What the hell are you doing? Bloody moron…"
I've just wanted to open the mouth to give an answer this English guy, when I saw that his face was disfigured by the ferocity. He took out the cigarettes and a lighter. He tried it but it didn't light, he shook it and tried again, it wasn't worked this time, so he through it away angrily, trying not to look at my side.
" Welcome to the Sunnydale," - with bitterly smile on his lips said the Englishman, and I remembered the sign that I've met on my way.
"Its unbelievable", - muttered he, looking at me as if he wanted to cut me into pieces and eat without salt.
The Dyed bastard was still keeping his frightful Green,. I was tired, shocked, upset and angry with him.
"Have you've got a phone?" I asked him carefully.
"Shut up, bint, just keep a silence for a second I need time to think and to calm down".
I lost my temper. I understood that I will kill him even if the pries would be my own death.
"You, stooped oak tree, and what the hell were you doing before you get in the car completely drunk. You, Mister Blondie fucker you've almost killed me on this shitty road".