Chapter 1

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A/N: Just a warning to ya'll, there is an implied scene within the first couple paragraphs just so ya'll know(it doesn't get descriptive and nothing happens but it is an implied almost happens type thing). Hope you enjoy, there will be more chapters to come! (Keep in mind this is unedited, so bare with me)


The night was caliginous with an ominous feeling in the air like a thick smog. The streets were eerily quiet. Few people were out unlike usual, not even a hooker on a street corner, extremely odd for the weekend. I pull my black jacket tighter around me as if it would keep out the bad vibes penetrating the night with a vise grip. I regret the fact that I walk home from work at night and pick up my pace a bit. Only a few blocks away from my apartment, I rejoice to myself.

"Hey hot stuff, what's a pretty little thing like yourself doing out on a night like this?" An obviously drunk man spoke, slurring his words as he stumbled out the alley way I was about to pass. I steps falter before I just try to walk around him, ignoring his comment.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He angrily spoke up while grabbing my arm hard enough to leave a bruise. Panic sky rocketed through my body. I could smell the alcohol coming off his breath in waves every time he spoke. The pungent smell alone making my stomach want to heave.

"Let me go!" I shout gathering my resolve while trying to yank my arm out of his strong grip.

Unfortunately his grip is too strong for me to pull out of and he pulls me into the alley and shoves me up against the rough, cold brick wall. My head makes a loud thud as it connects against the brick, making everything hazy. I then register the feel of the man's large hands sliding up my sides, pulling my shirt up with it letting the cold air attack my skin.

"N-no." I whimper out trying to remain conscious and pathetically fight against him.

"Now, now! That is hardly any way to treat a lady, don't ya think?" A new voice speaks out, a maniacal laughter accompanying his rhetorical question. Suddenly the drunk man ripped away from me and I slide down the cold, coarse brick exterior. I try to clear my head and stay aware of my surroundings as I sit on the frigid, wet ground. I hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh and bones cracking until suddenly everything is silent except for the sound of footsteps. I don't register anything else until I feel a gloved hand underneath my chin, gently coaxing my head up. Losing the battle for consciousness fast I crack my eyes open to see who's in front of me. My vision is fuzzy as I gaze upon the new stranger in front of me. I'm able to make out a pure white face with a vibrant red color where his mouth should be. I can't fight the darkness enclosing on my vision any longer and close my eyes. The last thing I am able to register is the smell of gun powder and maybe gasoline that seemed to lightly be coming from the stranger in front of me. I try to whisper out a 'thanks' before I completely lose consciousness.

When I come to I am laying in my bed and the sun is peaking through the small gap between my curtains, lighting my room softly. I look towards the clock on my nightstand and it reads 11:35. What the...How did I get home...What happened last night?! My mind instantly conjures up the last image it was able to capture. That white face...and the red! I hope he didn't get hurt because of me, I think to myself worryingly. My hand automatically goes to the back of my head and that's when I notice the bandage wrapped around my head and the dull pain echoing there. I try to recall the night's events from the beginning. Scary drunk guy, brick wall, head, stranger, ground, glove, face...then nothing. The memories I could remember going through my head in flashes. I slowly moved to the edge of my bed and sit there for a moment trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I look towards my nightstand again and notice a glass of water, two pills, and a note that I hadn't noticed before. I gingerly reached for the note and begin to read its contents.

Angel,

There is water and pain reliever for the impending headache I'm assuming you'll have.

I'm sure you're wondering how you got home and what happened.

I checked your wallet for ID to find an address and I brought you home and wrapped your head. Might want to be careful at night Doll, the streets aren't filled with the most savory creatures at night.

Yours chaotically,

J.

At least mystery guy had something to go by now. J. I wonder what that stands for... The dull pain in the back of my head is becoming more present and I reach for the pain reliever and down it with a drink of water. I slowly get up and move to dresser to get some fresh clothes to change into before I make my way into the kitchen to make something to eat and continue to try to make sense of everything.

I decided on a bowl of cereal since it was the easiest thing to make while my head was cruelly waging mutiny against me. Internally, I thanked J for thinking ahead for me and leaving behind the water and pain reliever at the ready for when I woke. 1now if only I had gotten a better look at his face. I wonder if I'll ever see him again and get to thank him. If it weren't for him I don't even want to think of what possibly could have happened. I put my now empty bowl in the sink and decided to lay back down for a couple of more hours before getting ready and heading back to work at the bar tonight.


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