Reba slammed the door to her car and shielded her eyes to see better and she saw Brock's car was stalled right in the middle of the road.
"No!" Reba yelled as she started running towards the car. The eighteen wheeler was getting closer to Brock's car with every passing second.
Brock was trying to get the door open when Reba nearly slid trying to stop beside his door.
The eighteen wheeler made a horrible screeching noise as the driver saw someone was in the middle of the road.
"Reba! Get the hell out of here!" Brock yelled through the window. "No way, not till I get you out of here." Reba said yanking on the door handle.
"That's it!" Reba shouted. Reba slammed her right arm into the glass and broke it and one piece cut her arm.
The eighteen wheeler was getting closer every second, as Reba tried to yank the handle inside of the car.
Reba yanked on the lock switch and the door hit Reba as it swung open and all Reba saw was black and someone yelling for her.