Noah's POV
She chose me.
"Ok, stand up and put your hands behind your back." One officer says to Blake's stepfather. It's not death, but prison life seems a good alternative. I can live with that. "We're going to the station, and we're going to have a nice long talk." the officer says, forcing him out of the front door.
"Blake, are you ok?" I ask, looking between my mate and the police officer, still pointing a gun at me.
"I'm ok." Blake nods.
"I'm going to call EMS and have someone come patch that up." the female police officer says.
"Yeah, call the ambulance." the male officer says. Is it that bad? How much did he stab her? Before I even realize it, I'm standing in front of her.
"Let me see," I say, and Blake doesn't argue. I lift the back of her jacket, a sweatshirt, and
