All I could do was watch as Cecil drove the truck's cab straight into the front of my car.
A deafening crash.
The right side of my car crumpled like a tin can. The left side was crushed against the tunnel wall. Metal shrieked against concrete as the wreckage scraped forward for dozens of meters before finally grinding to a halt.
My car sat pinned inside the highway tunnel. Other vehicles screamed past, inches away.
Inside the cabin, I gripped my head with both hands, trying to steady myself through the searing pain. My vision swam. Even with my seatbelt on, the force of the collision had thrown my skull against the interior. Something warm and wet trickled from my scalp down my cheek. White smoke poured from under the crumpled hood.
The scene was carnage.
Cecil shoved open the truck door and jumped down, staring at me with a look of pure satisfaction.
"That's what you get for slapping me, Clarence."
"Gretchen told me to do it herself, by the way. Honestly, an old man like you should just get lost already."
"Haven't you figured it out yet? She loves me now."
I couldn't summon the strength to respond. In the distance, headlights swung around. Gretchen had turned the Ferrari back.