I was not frantically crying, I didn’t know what to do, I tried getting up from my seat but I couldn’t, I hated not being able to walk now I was useless to my friends when they needed me the most, all I could do was cry, Cleo was fighting this guy with everything that is in her, I truly wished I had a gun at that moment, these dogs deserved to be shot in the heads. I could see my wheelchair at the back of the car but I could not reach it, with everything in me with pain and all I pushed my upper body and tried reaching for the wheelchair it was a huge struggle but eventually I reached it, the guy had now managed to remove Cleo’s pants and panties and Cleo was fighting for him not to put his dirty thing on her, he was no longer paying attention to me he was focusing on having his way with my friend, the wheelchair was heavy and with everything that is in me I threw it to the guy who was on top of Cleo, it hit him in the head which was what I had aimed for, he collapsed on top of Cleo and there was no movement, Cleo quickly pushed him on the floor of the car and got dressed, her panties were torn so she couldn’t wear them again.