Chapter 6

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" I do."

    He just stared lasers through my eyes. He looked so happy that I was hurt. He then pushed me against the edge of the bar and kept going. Telling me how pathetic I was and how our daughter was going to get nowhere in life. And I just stand there, listening to him, believing every single word that spilled out of his mouth. I then smacked him across his cheek. I couldn't hear anymore of this nonsense. He came back with a push, then he grabbed a random beer bottle and aimed right at me. " You wouldn't," I said a little too cocky. " Oh, I would." Then he smashed the glass bottle against my head. I could feel the alcohol burning my eyes. I held my eyes and wept for god-knows how long. Then I felt somebody's hand touch my shoulder gently and gave me, what I thought was, a glass of water. He held my eyes open and dropped water in carefully trying not to hurt me anymore than I already was. I looked up at and smiled. I looked around, looking and wondering were my newly ex was. Maybe already finding another lady to sleep with. Gosh. Or maybe he went back to the woman he had an affair with. I tried getting up, but immediately regretted that decision. I felt extremely dizzy and clang onto a bar stool. The man with the water, rushed over and put my arm around his shoulder. As I stumbled out, and then we got to his car. He opened the door and I just stopped. "What are you doing?" I asked while looking at him curiously. " Your head is bleeding like crazy. I'm taking you to the hospital now!" He replied in a sharp tone. He had a deep British accent. It was like the sexiest voice ever. I got into the car slowly so I wouldn't plop in and make my head hurt even more. I just closed my eyes intill I heard him talk again.

" Tom, that's my name."

 "Amanda, that's my name too."

" Where are you from?"

" Los Angelas. Whatta bout you?"

" London, England."

Then there was a deadly silence that filled that car. It stayed quite intill he pulled into a parking space outside of the local hospital. He didnt get out of the car. He just kind of stayed in, like he had something to say. He finally spoke up.

" I saw what he did to you. You cant live with somebody whose going to hurt you like that."

 " I know, thats why I broke up with him. Well we havent gotten a divorce quite yet. I just need to find a lawyer."

" Lucky for you, I'm a lawyer. I could help you."

" Thanks, but no thanks."

" Why? I mean you dont have to pay full- price if you would like. Since I know you, I could give you like a little discount."

" Thanks."

" How old are you anyways?"

" 23, why does it matter?"

" Just wondering"

    A couple hours later I had my head all stiched up and I was about to go back to sleep in the hospital bed whenever Tom came in holding a bowl of icecream. He gave it to me and smiled cheekly. I picked up the bowl and ate, and in the middle I stopped and thanked him, for everything he's done for me. I then ask the nurse for another spoon and we both finish the icecream off together. Then he grabbed the plastic bowl and headed out of the room, leaving a peice of paper on the nightstand.

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