A Chance For Love

6 - Complicated night (english)

- Helena -

I did not want to waste any more time there. I just wanted to go home, change that outfit into my pajamas, take off the makeup, and cry on my pillow. I felt embarrassed, playing a ridiculous scene in that restaurant. My expectations have completely destroyed. I was kind enough to pay half the bill.

The receptionist insisted that I at least wait for a taxi, since all the customers were already gone, and since Johnny and I were talking for hours they left the establishment open because of us. I could not wait for a taxi after all, I did not want Johnny to see me. I just took my coat and went away.

My house was about 5km from the restaurant and I walked alone through those dark streets. And to get worse it started to rain. Okay, that was a bad idea. This was definitely not my day.

I walked for about ten minutes with my arms around my body, trying to warm myself up, after all England was not a tropical country and it's cold all the time, the night is even worse if it's raining. I was wet from head to toe, just hoping I would hurry up the street from my house. Use heels in a situation like this was not very uncomfortable, I felt an overwhelming desire to pull them out but the ground was very cold.

And it was at a moment when I was distracted that I could see the light of a car behind me. I did not believe he found me. Then I walked faster and the car accompanied me standing in front of me just as I was about to cross the street.

It was not him. It was a black sports car I did not know the type of, it was not a friend or someone I knew. The glass went down and the strange man took off his glasses and looked at me from head to toe.

- What does such a beautiful woman wander about in the dark streets of London? - He grinned stupidly.

- I'm not a ghost to be" wandering. " And I have to go, if you'll excuse me. - I tried to walk around in the car but he sped up and blocked my way over again.

I've been thinking about the worst, which way it's going to kill me. I would be abused and quartered and left somewhere in the streets of London, perhaps in a garbage can or some sinister forest, I could predict the news in the newspaper, "British actress is found dead in a forest", this will be my end.

- Come on, honey, you can be sure you'll be paid for the service.

Okay, now he thought I was a prostitute. I could tell from his conversation and from the strong stench of alcohol that the man was drunk.

- Please! Let me go if not I'll call the police! - I said taking my cell phone and I realized that he laughed at my despair.

Then he opened the car door. And I was looking sideways trying to think of some escape plan until I did not know if by luck or bad luck I saw Johnny stopping the red Porsche near.
He open the door and looking at me with a look of relief and at the same time disapproval. When he realized I had gotten myself into trouble, he got out of the car and came toward me.

- Any problems here?- he asked.

- This man, he don't want let me go.

- And who are you? Her husband? -The man questioned.

- No - he replied.

- Then do not mind what's none of your business, idiot! - The man said and came toward me to try and grab me.

I could only see Johnny's fist hitting the man's jaw and he falling to the ground. I stared wide-eyed at the man squirming on the ground and trying to get up to fight back but could not.

Then Johnny took my hand and led me to the car.
- But I'm wet. - I protested.

- Just get in before you die of hypothermia! - he said looking angry but at the same time worried about me and so I went in and then he started the car and we left for my house. He was quiet the whole trip.