Love Unspoken

A piercing screech of brakes made Quinn's scalp tingle, the car grazing her body. Her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, the vehicle coming to a halt just within centimeters of her.

Shortly after, the car door swung open, and a man stormed out, livid, approaching Quinn and launching into a tirade, pointing fingers and hurling accusations. "Are you aiming to get yourself killed? If you want to die, find somewhere else for it. What the f*ck are you doing running in the middle of the road? If I had hit you with my car, it would've been your fault!"

Feeling helpless, Quinn sat on the ground, the pain in her knees becoming belatedly apparent amid the man's harsh reprimands. The front of the car had indeed brushed against her knee.

Quinn looked up at the furious man, who was bald and had a face full of fat. Seeing Quinn remain silent, the man grew even angrier. "Why are you still sitting on the ground? Are you staging accident for compensation? Forget about it! I won't give you a single penny. Get lost!"

Quinn bowed her head and, enduring the pain in her knees, tried to stand up, but the agony was piercing with every movement.

"What, you really want to stage an accident for compensation? Let me tell you, my car has a dashcam. Lying here won't have any good."

Several passing cars came to a stop, with onlookers gathering to spectate and intervene.

"I think this girl might be injured. It would help if you took her to the hospital," one person suggested.

The man retorted immediately, "I will not take her. Can't you see she's staging this for compensation? You people talk big, but it's not you who get scammed in staged accidents, is it?"

His words silenced the surrounding spectators, yet a kind soul approached Quinn, asking, "Dear, are you alright?"Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

With her head lowered, Quinn shook her head as she cradled her knee, signaling she couldn't stand up.

"Can you stand up?" the person inquired.

Once again, Quinn shook her head. The pain was too intense; every attempt to rise brought searing agony.

Looking at her in this state only fueled the man's anger. "Look at her, trying to deceive us all. This is nothing but a scam!"

Quinn bit her lip, bracing her hands on the ground, attempting to stand up but giving up after several failed tries.

"She's so young, why does she have to go around faking accidents for compensation?"

All drivers fear encountering individuals who don't obey traffic regulations. Regardless of whether these individuals were staging accidents, once they got injured while crossing the road, the drivers inevitably got implicated Many sympathized with the man, and their disdain for such individuals was profound.

"What a shame! You haven't seen those old folks who cling to you and you can't get away."

"These individuals ought to be subject to repercussions. Bro, we'll testify for you, it's her who's staging the accidents."

"Yeah, miss, you better leave now, or when the police come later, you won't be able to escape."

The voices of the surrounding crowd swirled above Quinn's head, a buzzing din in her ears. She felt like a criminal of the worst kind, encircled and accused by the masses.

Clutching her head, she blocked out the sounds, refusing to hear their comments. Yet, the jeers persisted relentlessly, piercing her ears.

Overwhelmed, she gestured in an attempt to convey her innocence, to explain that she couldn't stand up, but her signs went unheeded.

Some even mocked her, "Playing dumb now, it appears that you are indeed falling victim to deception this time."

"Perhaps she's truly mute, driven to scam out of desperation."