“Please, Zeke, slow down,” you beg him, but he just keeps pressing down the pedal angrily.

Your heart is beating so fast. You've been having an heated argument earlier that escalated long before you got into the car and you wish you both sorted it out before anything else.

Out of fear, you hold onto the handle and beg him in tears, "Please, I'm scared. I want us to live, I want our baby to live!"

He finally looked at me and lose sight of the road "You're pregnant?"

He's no longer angry but you noticed he no longer steering the wheel "Zeke!"

But it's already too late as you both crash to the guardrail, you rolled over several times and com to stop on the car roof.

The last thing you saw is him weakly reaching for you before everything goes black