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Okay- Dylan's POV

Dylan's POV-

Panic. Complete and total panic was flowing through me as I drove recklessly. Her broken voice was going through my mind over and over again. It just made me drive even faster.

When I finally turned onto the street that my phone said she was on, my heart broke. I could see her hurt even from the distance that I was away from her. She was huddled there on the sidewalk hugging herself. I could see how upset she was just from her position.

I came to a halt at the curb right in front of her. I threw my car in park then rushed around the car to her. When I finally made it to her, even more panic filled my chest. Her cries were heartbreaking, she was having a full blown panic attack, and she hadn't even looked up to me.

I quickly put my arms around her. She flinched at first, but she calmed down at my voice. As soon as she realized that it was me, her shaking calmed. She was still crying, breathing erratically, and upset... but she visibly calmed down.

After a few more minutes, I pulled back a little bit to look at her. "Presley?" I asked, wanting her to look at me. I wanted to see her face.

She hesitantly lifted her chin. Even more panic filled my blood.

"Presley?!" I asked, sounding scared even to my own ears. Blood was all over her face. It was smeared across her lips, around her cheeks, down her chin, and it even ran down her neck and stained her shirt. "Shit! Are you okay?! We need to get you to the hospital! That's a lot of blood," I said as I tried to get her up.

"No Dyl!" She spoke in a strained voice. "It's not mine," she finally explained.

"I... Um, what?" I said, not understanding in the slightest.

She breathed out a snort and shook her head at me in amusement at my flustered state. As the lights from my headlights hit her face as she shook her head, I saw a very red and angry handprint on her face. I gently grabbed her chin and examined the print, feeling my anger surge.

"What the fuck happened?" I spat out. "If that's not your blood then who's is it?"

"I'll explain it, but can we get into the car first? I'm sure that the people in this home behind us have called the cops by now," she said softly.

I nodded with no words and helped her up off the sidewalk. I supported her weight as I got her into my car easily. Tears were still leaking from her eyes, and all the blood and the handprint on her face looked even worse in car lights.

"I'm sorry that I had to bother you," was the first thing that she finally said. "Where's Scotty?"

"Nonsense, Pres. I've told you so many times, please bother me," I told her firmly. "Scott is at our next door neighbor's house. I told her that we were having a family emergency and asked her to keep him for the night. She had no problems with it, and Scotty and her son were excited. They were happy to have sleepover on a school night... She's even going to take him to school tomorrow," I explained. "Presley, I don't want to pressure you, but can you please tell me what happened? Who's blood is that?"

"Brad's," she finally answered after a long pause.

Before I could open my mouth to ask questions, she began explaining the situation to me in detail. As she spoke, I could feel my anger rising higher and higher. I was pissed. How dare he even touch her. I was glad that Presley hurt him so bad and made him bleed so much. It was a shame that his stupid ass tongue didn't completely fall off.

"Your mom..." I was at a loss for words. "Your mom just told you to go?"

"Yes," she whimpered as she looked down at her lap silently.