"Get your fucking hands off her!" I shout as I rush over to the wreckage and straight for the driver.

"Wait, wait, wait." He holds his hand up, but I don't stop as my fist collides with his face. One hit and he crumples to the ground, but I don't look back at him as I shove his body out of the way and move in front of Piccola.

"I'm here, babe. I'm right here, help is on the way."

"Blake?" There's a cut at her temple, and it's small, but it's bleeding like crazy. "Where did you come from?" ...