RIDER
I glanced inside the wrecked truck finding Oliver staring back at me.
"Hey" He says as if he's not hanging upside down and bloody.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed hold of the door, pulling it off.
"Get the hell out. "
"Yeah, I don't need any help at all," Oliver says flatly.
My baby was dented, the bonet blown, resting against the tree that it crashed into. Engine smoking, probably fried, and in no condition to get us anywhere or be mended for that matter.
Don't think about how hard you worked on it Rider, just don't think about it, I chastised myself.
I tore through all the baggage, throwing most of them out, before pulling the seat belt off releasing him from the seat.
"Sam's on the other side. "
"Fine," I grunted.
I take Oliver beneath the arm, helping him out from the car, assessing his injury as he slumps against a tree. His eyebrow were bleeding as was his lip as he ran his hand through his hair. I poked my head on Sam's side of the car finding her unconscious an
