30 Days, Day 4: Not Your Regular Commute

Day 4: You check your rear-view mirror and see several SUVs with tinted windows following you.

There are moments in your life where you think, if I had just done that one little, seemingly unimportant thing differently, everything would have been okay. The problem with that kind of thinking is that, no matter how much you wish you could change one thing to alter the bad shit that’s happened to you, you just can’t. I learned that the hard way.

It was 6:30am, and I was late. I had just left my house which was 45 minutes away from my job at a small architectural firm, a job that did not understand the theory of “late”. I was speeding, because I was supposed to be there at 6:45 for a pre-meeting meeting-obviously, that wasn’t going to happen.

As I navigated my way through the twist and turns of the winding country back road that connected my little town to the city, I tried to go over the day’s schedule in my head. 6:45, pre-meeting. 7 o’clock, meeting. 7:05, fired. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked down at the speedometer. 72 in a 45. No way that could end badly.

I was about halfway through the first set of s-curves when something caught my eye in the rear-view mirror. A large black SUV was coming up behind me…fast. I focused on the road, reasoning with myself that they were probably just late too, but the SUV kept gaining until it was only about ten feet behind me. It was then that I realized there were two more identical SUVs behind it.

The SUVs looked to be brand new 2018 Chevy Yukons, pitch black with matching tinted windows. Even the headlights and grills were completely blacked out. I lightly stepped on the brakes, nervous that these were undercover cops; but the trio didn’t slow down. The two Yukons behind the leader slingshotted out and around it, and sped up to approach me on my left. I slowed down again; the road was only a standard two way road, with no way of seeing around the intense corners and thickly wooded shoulder. One Yukon stayed next to me, while the other sped up substantially and flew in front of me. They had boxed me in.

We drove like that for what seemed like an eternity before I finally had enough. I rolled down my window and looked at the Yukon hovering next to me, trying to pay attention to the one in front of me simultaneously so I didn’t kiss it’s bumper. “Who the fuck are you?” I yelled out the window. No answer. I laid my hand on my horn and looked out the window. “Who the FUCK are you?!” I screamed. Suddenly, the Yukon in front of me slammed on their brakes, and I saw the flashing of their brake lights before everything went black.