“Who pushed them? Where did he go?”
“He ran for it! The guy in black—he was gone in a blink!”
The truck driver jumped down from the cab, his face pale as a sheet and his legs trembling. He rushed over to Leilani, his fear from the near-accident instantly turning into adrenaline-fueled anger.
Everything had happened so fast that he didn't understand the context. He thought Leilani had dragged Yvonne onto the road in some sort of suicide pact. His voice shook. “What the hell is wrong with you two? Did you run into traffic trying to kill yourselves? If you want to die, do it somewhere else! Do you have any idea how much trouble you would have caused?”
Thank God he hadn't hit them. If he had, his life would have been over.
Leilani raised her eyes coldly. Before she could speak, the bystanders exploded in her defense.
“Hey, watch your mouth! It wasn't the girl's fault. Someone pushed them!”
“Yeah! I saw it with my own eyes! A man in black shoved them from behind!”
“Look for yourself, the girl was knocked unconscious! And you're standing here blaming them?”
“Have a heart, man!”
The driver was rendered speechless by the crowd's rebuke. It was only then that he noticed the blood on Yvonne's forehead. Panic set in instantly.
“I... I didn't mean it! It's not my fault either. Who can stop a truck that fast when people just jump out?”
Leilani ignored the driver's excuses. She looked up and scanned the area. The crowd was growing, and a sea of cell phone cameras were pointed right at them. The flashes stung her eyes.
With a cold expression, Leilani dialed 911. She quickly shared their location with the dispatch.
Putting her phone down, she looked at the unconscious Yvonne. Her fingertips gently wiped a trace of blood from the girl's temple, her gaze turning icy.

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