My Evil Lady's
Prologues

Have you ever imagined that you would sacrifice anything for someone else? Not just money, wealth, time, or energy, but also your life.

Do you do it even for the person you love the most? Can it?

Never once did it cross my mind if I would. Sacrificing everything for the sake of a girl I don't even have. Don't call me a hero because I'm not that noble. I did it for myself. The pain I was about to experience was far more bearable than helplessness when I saw him get hurt. The feeling of realizing that he could disappear at any moment from my side.

I glanced at the rearview mirror of the car. Laughing cynically at the sight of the reflection shadow of the immaculate clear glass. The shadow of a man with a pale face and sweat was pouring down. A shadow that is none other than my own, perfectly formed shadow inside the glass. I was fully aware of who and where I was in front of him, but still I couldn't pay attention to him. I scoffed at myself who was so loyal like a pet dog. Just like he said before. He was right and unfortunately now I don't care at all.

My attention was not distracted for a second from the streets that were getting more and more slow and dark. The blackness of the street lights occasionally covered with branches of shade trees on the left right of the road, requires me to focus harder and harder attention. I could hear the hour hand seconds getting louder in silence, making my heart beat faster.

I bit the inside of my mouth, panicking because I haven't found the car yet. I've been trying to get in touch, but her inactive phone worries me even more.

After those torturous minutes, I finally found her. The feeling of relief that had flooded the flow of blood - when I saw his red car splitting the dark street arrogantly - evaporated instantly, changing with the cold running back. What was plastered in front of me right now was only a difficult choice that I could no longer avoid.

I stepped on the gas pedal strongly, increasing the speed through it from the opposite direction before making a sharp turn. I'm not a reckless rider, but it's an emergency. Fortunately tonight the road was so slow that my maneuver did not endanger other riders. Not having time to praise my drift maneuver that went smoothly, I went back to gas. I tried to line up the red car from the back. I could not help but look at her, hoping that this would not be the last time I could see her beautiful face. He realized it and in that split second our gaze met.

I forced a small smile on the corner of her lips for her even though my eyes were beginning to shed tears. The astonished and questionable look followed my car which easily preceded and forcibly cut its course. Panicked, he stepped on the brake aching as hard as possible, trying to stop the car, but was unsuccessful because the braking was too sudden. Instead of stopping, the red car was shrewd, turning direction until it came out to the shoulder of the road.

Spontaneous coarsening gushed out from her soft thin lips as she quickly opened her seatbelt. I think I could hear the curse clearly as if I was right next to him. The things I heard a lot in the days I was with him. The strange remarks never made me angry, instead made me feel happy because they were all directed at me. Glad that my existence bothered him, made him uneasy. Glad that he acknowledged my presence beside him.

I wonder, after tonight if there is still anyone who can be his place of impalement to curse. He cursed the world and his life that felt so heavy and unfair on his tiny shoulders.

I smiled at her side. He never asked me to do this. I'm scared, but I'm even more scared if I don't. I don't want to regret it.

A loud push hit the back of my car from the side, sending me slamming and rolling wildly on the pitch-side of the night. I can guess that this is going to happen, but I can't afford to avoid it. My car wasn't fast enough and less slow enough to get away from the truck. Even worse, when I drive his favorite car.

After a moment of wild rolling, I finally felt no more movement. In the upside down position, stuck in my seatbelt I can see it. I saw him running towards me. Her long hair was blown by the wind, she completely ignored it. I could no longer feel my legs and hands, especially to move them. My head throbbed wildly, making me unable to focus my gaze. My ribs were pressurized by the expanding air bag, suffocating my chest. I had to endure the pain just to catch my breath.

From behind the cracked side window glass I heard it casting on the glass, forcing me to turn her attention to it. In the faint stream of blood flowing slowly from the left temple, I could see his wet eyes staring at me. Her thin lips that were happy to say to me were now trembling in fear.

Don't cry for me. I don't deserve you to cry.

With his small body, he tried to forcefully pull the driver's door to no avail. Not thinking for long, he turned to another door but it remained the same, everything could not be opened. He looked in all directions, looking all over for help. He did not find anyone around, because from the beginning of this road is indeed being stretched. The driver of the truck that hit him, was already on gas to escape. He got back in his car, picked up his cell phone for help before running back to me. Like he's afraid I'll disappear if he takes his eyes off me.

Every second that passed, every second it was his figure was getting blurred in my view. I blinked my eyes a few times, blocking the flow of blood from entering my eyes, but the heavier eyelids forced me to give up and close my eyes.

"Don't you dare close your eyes?" he screamed from behind the window. There was clearly a tone of command in his shout. The same tone he used to force me to do whatever he wanted. "If you do, I won't forgive you" he threatened with a look of helplessness.

I am happy to do it.

Unable to say anything, I just smiled weakly. I don't like to hear the threat, but I can't take it anymore. Little by little my eyelids dropped, fading her beautiful figure, eroded by the darkness. Drown out the sound of hand pounding on the windowpanes and the shouts of welding it.

I'm sorry, I can't keep your orders this time.

Sorry, making you shed tears for people doesn't mean this.

Excuse me.

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