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Someone grabbed the drunken man and punched him. He groaned and rolled off of Misty. This was her chance; she quickly grabbed her torn shirt and hid behind the nearby dumpster. She watched the scene from behind the dumpster. A dark figure was beating the crap out of the man.
"What the fuck are you doing? Trying to rape a girl? Who gives you the fucking right to go around preying on innocent girls? You fucking asshole!" the figure yelled punching the man in the stomach. He was truly angered by the sight that he had just seen. The drunken man grunted and fell to the ground again. The figure finally ceased his attack and looked up to see the frightened girl peering from behind the dumpster. He slowly approached her, but she hid once he was just a few feet away.
"Don't be afraid... please," he said softly walking around to where she was. Misty looked up. The moonlight was shining on his handsome face and their eyes met. He had a sincere look in his eyes that Misty couldn't resist. He held out his hand to her and she cautiously to it. "Oh, here..." He noticed that her shirt was barely covering anything. He turned away and took off his jacket placing around her shoulders.
"Thanks," Misty said quietly. She looked up into his eyes and gasped.
"Wha? Is something wrong?" he asked earnestly. *Those eyes... they're... no it can't be!* Misty thought.
"Oh... uhm...," she stammered.
"C'mon, you need to get out of here. Who knows what's lurking around here at night. Do you have a place to stay?"
"Uhm... uh... no I d-don't," she lied. This was her time to escape.
"Alright, then come to my hotel with me. It's about 5 minutes away." *What's the harm in going with him? He rescued me from getting killed. This is my chance to get away!* Misty thought. Since she didn't reply right away he continued pleading. There was something about her. "Please? I swear I won't try anything. You can't stay out here by yourself. Please?"
Her heart told her to go. "Ok," Misty replied with a small smile. When they passed by a bush by the entrance of the bar, she got the backpack she always brought with her just in case she had the chance to escape. In contained all the bare essentials like shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and toothpaste, her diary, CD player and CDs, etc. Tonight for some reason her mother hadn't went with her to the bar. She was thankful for this.
He led her to his car. He was a sweetheart all the way to his hotel. She was quiet most of the way there. When he glanced at her, he saw something shiny on her neck. He couldn't get a good look at it though. They finally arrived at the hotel. It was 2 am so no one was really around. He guided her up to his room and let her take a shower.
Rummaging through his luggage he found some pajama pants and small wife beater that he didn't use anymore. "Here you go," he said as he handed her the clothes when she came out looking for something to wear. She returned wearing his clothes and drying her hair with a towel.
"I'm glad these pajamas have drawstrings or else they'd be on the ground by now," Misty said with a giggle.
"Hey that wouldn't be a bad idea," he said letting his hormones take over. She blushed. He couldn't help admiring her. He watched her walk to the mirror and start brushing her long dark brown hair. Her body was perfect. She had slightly muscular, tan arms, long legs, and nice firm ass. He shook his head, trying to clear his head from these thoughts. They had just met and he was already thinking of jumping her right then. He walked up behind her and caught the scent of her shampoo. It smelled of strawberries. He continued to watch her brush her hair when their eyes finally met in the mirror.
They smiled at each other. *God, I wish he was AJ,* Misty thought. Right then, her eyes broke from his and they traveled to his neck. She gasped. *No, this can't be true!* she thought. At the same time, his eyes dropped to her neck where something shiny caught his eye. He gasped also. *Misty?* he thought. She quickly turned around to examine his necklace. She touched the ring and as he picked up hers.
"A... Alex?"
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