"A Crash That Was Never an Accident
After returning to Italy, the two friends, Ryan and Leo, decided to go for swimming. The two friends sat in the car, Ryan's car, vibing to their favourite tunes, windows down, enjoying the scenic route. The car cruised down the highway, and they were laughing, planning their next adventure.
Suddenly, a massive lorry slammed into them. The car spun out of control, tumbling down the road. Ryan's world went dark.
Ryan was lucky enough; he crawled out from the car, his chest burning with pain, his shirt soaked in blood. He saw Leo lifeless, trapped inside.
A deep cut on Ryan's chest seared, blood dripping down. He knew he had to act fast. He ran to find help, but the road was deserted. No one was in sight.
He rushed back, determined to save Leo, but it was too late. Tears blurred his vision as he spotted a car stopping nearby—it was his aunt and uncle's.
Ryan hid in a corner, his heart pounding. He heard their chilling conversation.
Ryan strained his eyes, trying to catch every word his aunt and uncle exchanged with the lorry driver. They were standing a distance away, but the air carried their voices.
"…I told you it would be done," his aunt said in a cold, detached tone.
The lorry driver nodded. "Yeah, you did," he said, smiling evilly.
Ryan's uncle, Zavian, handed him a thick envelope. "The rest of your payment. Now forget this ever happened."
The driver took the money, stuffing it into his jacket. "I never saw anything."
Ryan's aunt turned to Zavian, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Problem solved. Now let's get out of here before someone shows up."
As they walked back to their car, Ryan's anger boiled over. He memorized the lorry driver's face, knowing he would be the key to uncovering the truth.
The scar on Ryan's chest throbbed—a reminder of their betrayal.
He clenched his fists, swearing to make them pay.