I met him the night I was almost killed by my ex-boyfriend. He saved me and now I owe my whole life to him. He was my guardian angel, my knight in shining armor with a gun.

Who has ever thought that I could fall in love with the man of my dreams…Bobby Mercer.

Thursday

October 18th

The Night Before I Was Saved

It was a regular chilly night in Detroit. The usual crowd of drunken men and women poured into the bar. My boss Tony yelled at me once again for being late, asshole.

I was talking to the regulars asking how their wives and children were. You know the same old bar talk.

"So Rod how's Olivia?"

"Oh you know same old shit. Olivia's not happy, the kids aren't happy and I'm not happy. I don't know it's all fucked up." He took another swig of his drink.

"Yeah well if you weren't down here every night drinking your problems away instead of facing them you wouldn't be having these problems." That's what I always wanted to say to him. But of course all I could do was smile and say "Oh sorry to hear that."

Stupid drunks, I was beginning to really hate my job.

Later around eleven or so a man wearing a black leather jacket came storming in. He had blood on his face and his hands in his pockets. It was like love at first sight.

"Let me talk to Tony! Tony you here! Get your fat ass out here we have to talk!" He was so demanding my heart almost skipped a beat.

Tony came out from behind the bar. "He Bobby lets take this outside." Tony sounded nervous, he was never nervous.

"You lied to me Tony! I don't like liars; you know what happens to liars!" Bobby's face got fierce. I thought he was going to pull out a gun now and shot Tony.

"Bobby please can we talk about this…."

"We take care of liars."

There were some more words exchanged and then they went into the backroom.

After that night my boss never said a word to anyone again. A couple months later they found his rotten body in a garbage dumpster.

That night the man named Bobby sat alone drinking a beer. I watched as he scanned the place, it as almost like he was waiting for someone.

A couple times I caught his eyes with mine. Oh the connection between two strangers is tremendous. Who was this man Bobby, and why was he here?

Bobby stayed till about 2:00, as he was walking out the door he smiled at me. "See you tomorrow." I smiled, so he had noticed me.

That morning as I drove home all I could think about was Bobby.

Friday

October 19th

The Night He Saved My Life

So once again it was one of those typical nights. Same thing as before but Tony wasn't there to yell at me. I just figured he took a day off.

When eleven rolled around I stared at the door. I was hoping that Bobby would come back. I waited till about four and decided to close the place down. Bobby never came back that night.

While walking to my car I had an eerie feeling. Sure enough standing by my car was my ex-boyfriend Chris. Drunken bastard, I was surprised they let him out of jail.

"Hey Madison, baby I missed you." He said with a sly smile.

"Fuck you Chris! Get the fuck away from my car!" I was pissed.

"Whoa, whoa I just wanted to talk baby nothing else. No need for all the bad language." He went to grab my hand.

"Don't touch me! I don't want to talk. It's over Chris; it has been over for months now. When are you going to get it through your thick head!" I went to my car door but he slammed it shut.

"What is there someone else is that it! My woman is cheating on me. You fucking slut, you whore! I can do things to you that he can never achieve."

"Yeah what's that pass out in the middle of sex. Drink so much that you can't even get your dick up. Don't even flatter yourself." That was it I was getting the fuck out of there.

"I love you Madison I do. I fucking love you!" Chris grabbed my hands and began to cry.

"I don't love you Chris. Stop wasting your time, I want to go home."

That struck something in him. His head bolted right up and his eyes turned cold.

"You're not going anywhere, your not fucking leaving you bitch! Whore, don't you ever say you don't love me." He hands gripped mine tighter.

He was holding on to my hands so hard that I could feel my bones crack.

Finally he let me go. This was a chance for me to get the fuck out of there. But I was wrong. He took his hand and slapped my across the face. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. I was trying so hard not to cry.

"Don't you dare cry!" He took his hand and slapped me again. This time my lip opened, and I could feel blood dribbling out. I took my fingers to the wound and tasted my own blood.

"You fucking drunken bastard!" I kicked, screamed, punched and cried but nothing seemed to help.

He continued his assault, pushing me up against the car and banging my head on the roof. I kicked and screamed more. That mad him even angrier, and smacked me again.

Then he stopped and looked at me right in the eye. "Every bitch needs a lesson."

He took his hands and clasped them around my neck. I felt my air supply cut off, and I began kicking again. His grip was too strong and I began to give up. All I remember is that I must have blacked out, the next day I woke up in a hospital bed.

Saturday

October 20th

His name was Bobby Mercer

As I opened my eyes I realized that I wasn't home. I was in the hospital, hooked up to some machine.

Slowly reality hit me. What just happened to me was not a dream. My ex-boyfriend really tried to kill me. But how did I get here. Who could have possibly saved me? I looked over to the man sitting by my bed, it was Bobby.

I tried to speak but my throat hurt so much that I couldn't even try to squeak the words out.

"The doctor said your voice should be fully recovered in a week or so." I looked at him and smiled. I felt so safe with him around.

"I'm Bobby…Bobby Mercer."

Then like they say the little light bulb went on in my head. Just almost a year ago his mother Evelyn Mercer was shot by two thugs. All I know from rumors is that Bobby and his three brothers avenged her death by killing the people involved. Apparently my friend's ex-boyfriend Victor Sweet had something to do with it.

The Mercer brothers were famous for being fuck ups. Now the toughest, oldest, meanest brother just saved my life.

After he said his name I did what and scared girl would do…I passed out.

Later that evening I woke up to see a basket of flowers and a card. They were from Bobby.

In the card it provided his phone number and address. There was a little note next to it saying if I ever wanted to talk to contact him. I thought to myself that I probably would never see him again, but of course I did.