Sam Wilson

Hero.

Part five.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Please let me go! I am sorry! I will not tell anybody!!!!!

Jonathan!!!!!!! JONATHAN!!!!!!! SA-"

And the rough hand came down on her mouth.

"Stop screaming. You hurt my ears." The sober one glared at her.

The drunk friend of his slurred out his name, "What do we do of her Finn?"

"I have no idea." He dragged her and threw her like a mere piece of thrash in his car. Was she that light for him? He locked her inside.

"She is sure to let the cops know." Finn said. He continued, "It is all your fault."

The drunkard looked down.

Eleanor looked at herself in the car. She calmed down. She gently tapped on the door to grab Finn's attention.

He looked at her.

"Please let me go. I swear I will not tell anyone about you." She had appeared more calm now. Finn, who was more disgusted with her pleadings, banged his hand hard at the window. Eleanor flinched.

A few more moments of whispering an the two boys had been out of Eleanor's sight. Eleanor tried to open the door, but he had locked it. She peeped outside to see if somebody was there. There was no one, so she went far at the other window of the car, swinger her legs in full momentum and crashed tried to crash the window down. After four failed attempts and a lot of 'Please God Help Me!' The window came crashing down. She used someone's jacket, maybe it belonged to Finn, and cleared the sharp edges. She then started squeezing out of the window. Once she had been dropped down on the floor, she ran as fast as she could, without seeing where she was going.

The sight was so dramatic, she had her eyes closed and she was panting and her beautiful dress was stained with mud, and swishing in the gentle breeze, there were no lights, oblivious darkness all around engulfing her through her run, and then she bumped into somebody. She came crashing down once again, with immense pain, this time, for her velocity was too much.

"Eleanor!" It was none other than Sam.

The super hero is here!

THE SUPER HERO IS FINALLY HERE!!!!!!

HE.IS.HERE.

She just threw her arms around him, her elbows resting on his shoulders, and she buried her head deep near his collar bone and tears rolled down her eyed. Big, fat, voluminous tears. He had one of his arm around her back, and other on her head.

"Thank God! Who would have finished your Physics Assignment before due date, if you hadn't returned. He smirked with relief.

But she was quite serious. She didn't say anything. She hadn't even though that Jonathan, or any other boy for instance would leave a girl alone and flee like a coward. So she was glad that Sam had come. Sam was here. He was here. He came.

"Hey! Eleanor? It is okay. You are safe now. Let's go back."

He got up, with her, while she wasn't determined to let him go. He could feel his shirt get wet, the very place where her head rested.

After a minute of silence and just standing there in that position, she withdrew. Her face red, eyes swollen and red, and cheeks distinctively blushed. Her hair was also haywire but he didn't care.

There are only few boys on earth who don't care about these petty things.

She wiped her face, she looked at him and said, "I don't know where Jonathan is."

He gritted, "He must have fled away, that coward."

"What if they have him?"

"Let us return home now, Eleanor. I will report the police."

Maybe that was the best thing to do.

So they did. They returned home.