"Get your f*****g 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?" She reaches for me, and as much as I hate it, I have to hold her still.
"Stay right there, Piccola. Don't move." I glance over my shoulder and see the ambulance pulling up behind the car and the paramedics jumping out. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm staying with you."
"Okay." Her voice breaks whe
