NFL&NBA Prefrences & Imagines II **[REQUESTS NOW CLOSED]**

He Saves You-[Kyrie Irving]-For Breeze

"We will definitely need to do this again" your friend, [Y/F/N] said. You gave her, and your other friends hugs. "We will." You pulled away from the embrace, and adjusted your purse on your shoulder. From outside the club, you could still hear the ragging music. "Where'd you park?" your friend asked. "Like a block away, there were so many cars." "You want me to drive you over?" "No, I'll be fine." "Breeze, its one in the morning in Cleveland. It's dangerous out here." You shrugged her off. "I'll be fine." "You better be." You said your good-byes and went your separate ways.

The only sound you could hear was the clicking of your heels on the pavement, with faint car horns in the distance. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, and footsteps. You gulped, picking up your pace. You just made it around the corner to the street, when someone grabbed you from behind, pulling you backwards. You screamed, and they cupped a rough hand over your mouth."Shut up, bitch." Their strength was overbearing. He pulled you into a secluded alley, that reeked of garbage. You could hear the 'zipping' noise from his pants. You moved his hand away and cried: "Please don't do this!", before he muffled you cries for help. You felt yourself fall hard onto the floor of the alley, he was on top of you. You couldn't move from under him. He smiled down at you, his neglected teeth yellow, and brown, shone through the unkempt hair of his gray beard.

"Stop moving, it'll make everything real easy."

Kyrie's POV
"Come on Kyrie! Whats up with you tonight man?" John Lucas, the team's guard said. I shrugged, walking out of the building. Tonight just wasn't my night. I began walking down the street, just thinking to myself. I needed some time for me. I heard a muffled cry from an alley I walked by. "Help!" a woman screamed. I didn't think for a second, before I turned on my heel, going back. With the help of the streetlights, I could see the silhouette of two figures on the ground. The one on the bottom, kicking, and twisting their legs, the one on top, trying to pry them open. The smell was terrible.

"Please help me!" "Shut up!" he snapped. I ran over pulling the hobo off her. He swung, missing me, and I came back at him, grabbing the collar of his soiled t-shirt. My hand made contact with his face, and he slumped slightly on the wall from the force. He tried to escaped, but I slammed him against the wall, harder. "You sick fuck." I swung him by his shirt to the ground. He groaned, got up, and stumbling out of the alley. I looked back and the girl was standing with her eyes wide. Her makeup was running as she cried.

Your POV
Your body was frozen in fear, you couldn't move. The tall gentleman looked back at you. "Are you okay?" He came closer to you, and you shifted away. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." He took off his jean jacket, and put it around your shoulders. This guy had saved you from being raped. You wiped your face with the back of your hand. "T-thank you."

-So the Ravens went 4-0 in the preseason, I'm a happy camper.