Another fucking accident...

Geez, this time around it's at the dumb train station near my college. Was fetching my friends to the station since it's raining, and when I was just about to leave, a car hits mine.

Theres a car in front of me blocking my way, or else I would have just driven straight. So I did what I must, turn the signal lights, looking at the side mirror and even turned my head backwards to see clearer. I am very damn sure the traffic is clear and so I proceeded to move my car to the right lane and the next thing I hear is a bang. The fuck man, after hitting my car I can clearly see he is driving quite fast, even after hitting my car.

It resulted in my front right tyre got busted, and front bumper scratched, but with no dents, which wasn't that bad. Compared to mine though, his condition is worse as his left headlight is completely busted.

Angrily, I got out of the car and slammed the door so hard. He approached me saying I'm crazy, I shouted in his face not to think I'm stupid, my friends are there to witness, he is the one that banged on my car. Fine, go to the cop station, I will be right behind after replacing the flat tyre. Thankfully one of my friends knows how to replace tyres, or else I will be stuck there not knowing what to do.

We went to the cop station, with my friends as the witness, and the first thing the cop do was ask who the driver was, and brought me and the other guy into his room, while my friends are to remain outside, I immediately suspected something fishy is going on. I explained what happened together with a sketch, telling the story, and the cop freaking says its my fault. How can it possibly its my fault when I took every measure to make sure the other lane is clear before I move? I tried to argue, but since he is the cop, I decided not to do anything harsh. He suggested that I call my dad and let him do the talking.

After a while, we went outside, while we was about to go and make a report, I called my dad again, this time speaking to the other guy, somehow he convinced him to simply forget about the case, he agreed as he says he doesn't want to make the problem any bigger. Although, he managed to make me feel sorry (I'm very sure it wasn't my fault), as his damage could cost a fortune to repair.

Went back home, and I'm sure I will get some serious bickering from my parents later. I'm just gonna tell the details of what happened, and if they still insist that is was my fault, I'll just keep quiet, and vent my anger out somewhere else.

My car wasn't that damaged, only a busted tyre, scratched in the front bumber and the wheel allignment went a little wrong. A problem that can be fixed with money.