Xander
“Oh my God! Did you hit someone?” Sam screamed in fear.
“I hope not.” I muttered and got out of the jeep.
A short, balding man who looked to be in his mid-fifties stood behind the car, staring down at his wrecked cart filled with stuff.
“Damn it.” I whispered, approaching the man. “Sir, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”
“Oh, my God. Is he okay?” Sam asked frantically as she joined me.
“Do you not have eyes in your head to look behind you when you’re reversing?” The man yelled angrily and I frowned, forcing myself to remain calm.
“I apologize, I didn’t see you. Are you hurt?” I said, moving to help the man with his things.
“Get your damn hands off my things!” The man barked, swatting me away. He looked at me with such disdain in his eyes. A lesser man might
