Written by deep-and-hidden-wv

I had to slam on my brakes. The moron in front of me on a three lane highway just cut me off again. I had moved over two of those when he got onto the highway a few seconds ago.

My three kids in the back seat were yelling at me to stop giving them whiplash. "It wasn't me!" I told them. "The guy in front us is driving crazy. Thats the second time hes done it."

Noone was on the highway but us. It didn't make any sense. I would signal and get in a different lane and the man in the black car would get ahead of me and slam on his brakes.

After about the fourth time, my kids got really scared. "Why's he doing that mommy? I'm scared." This was quickly becoming a fight for survival. He was putting me and my children in danger by driving this way.

I got mad. So when he attempted to do it again, I veered over to the other lane (I was in the middle this time) and sped up until I was in front of him. I wanted to slam my brakes on so bad but I wasn't going to gamble with the chance he wouldn't ram me from behind with my kids in the car.

I had aimed to keep him behind me but he quickly out maneuvered me and I found myself driving next to him.

Rolling down my window I yelled "what's your problem?!" His window rolled down. I was looking at him raising a gun to point it at me. When he rear-ended a car in front of him making them both spin out of control and crash.

I pulled over into the emergency lane and grabbed my road flares and cones from the trunk. Set it all up and instructed my kids not to leave the car under any circumstances and to leave their seat belts on.

I know it was an asshole move but I checked on the lady he rear-ended first. She was okay. She was on the phone with 911. I had to swallow the lump of fear in my throat before I approached the black car. But I went to it.

He was slumped over the steering wheel, drool and blood hanging from his mouth. The gun was on the floor. I grabbed it. It was a pistol. "Help me!" A child's voice cried from the back seat.

I quickly broke the window open. The car door was too crushed. I helped a little girl no more than eight and bound with duct tape get out of the car. She was crying and visibly in shock.

Now I don't know why but all of a sudden I was desperate to get this little girl as far away from the man as possible. She was still tied up when I put her in my car with the kids, and drove away straight to the hospital.

Long story short the man had kidnapped her. He was a part of a sex slave trade. We had come from the mall and while we were shopping the little girl had wrote a note and shoved it through my cracked window. The man wanted it back and he wanted a loose end tied up.

He would have killed us all.

She made it back home and so did we. The man perished in the accident. Good riddance.