I would like to say that my night got better from where it was when I left Margie last night, but as always, I was fucking wrong.
After Margie left me that night, I walked home all by myself. It wasn't too far, but with my luck it was far enough to attract attention.
I was walking so entrenched in, in my own thoughts that I didn't hear anyone come up behind me.
"Where do you think you're going sweetheart?" I hear as I turn to see the man from the bar who at this point has his hand on my arm.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask him, yanking my arm away from him
"My apartment isn't far from here," He says, pulling a knife out of his pocket "Why don't you come with me so we can get acquainted.
"Fuck you!" I say to him in disgust "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Oh yes you are sweetheart." He says grabbing my arm, and drawing the knife across it slowly, causing a droplet of blood to pool on my wrist
"Ow, fuck you" I say to him
"There's more where that came from." He said, pushing my arm up behind my back to the point where I had to move where he told me. I could feel the cold steel of the blade pressing into my naked back pushing me onwards. I knew this dress was a bad idea.
Without any other options, I moved forward. Biding my time until I could figure out how to get away. Who knows what he was going to do with me when we got back to his apartment. All I knew was that I didn't want to find out.
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I was coming back from a late-night ammunition deal when I spotted a bit of a struggle on the street. I usually didn't stop for drunken fights, but this seemed different.
From my point across the street, I could see a woman arguing with a man. When I saw him grab her, and she jerked away I knew I wasn't going to be leaving without making sure she was okay.
I knew this punk knew business when he pulled out the knife, but I didn't know what his angle was. It didn't look like he was trying to rob her. I set my grip on the gun in the waistband of my jeans, and I proceeded to cross the street. I made sure to keep a bit of a distance between them, but I wanted to see this through.
The man continued down the street for about a block when he turned. He took this woman through two small alleys when he came to a dimly lit back door. As he struggled to get the key out of his pocket, I crept up behind him and hit him once hard in the head with my gun.
This one didn't need to die. That would be too messy, and I am sure this young woman didn't want to see it.
"Oh my god!" Yelled the woman swinging around to look at me when she heard her would-be kidnapper fall to the ground.
"It's alright now ma'am." I said to her putting my gun away, and showing her my hands "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Thank you so much!" She said to me "Who knows what he would have done to me."
"It's no problem ma'am, are you alright?" I said gesturing to her bleeding arm
"I think I'm okay, it's just a scratch." She said to me while examining her arm more closely.
"Do you need help getting home from here?" I asked
"Actually, I have no idea where I am" She said, taking in her surroundings. "Can you help me get to Sullivan Street?"
"I can do that." I say to her, turning around without much more thought.
"What's your name?" She asked, coming up to walk beside me
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well you kind of probably just saved my life back there so I wanted to ask." She said to me with a shrug
"My name is Frank." I said to her not really wanting the conversation to go on any further than that
"My name is Abby." She said to me "It's nice to meet you Frank."
"It's nice to meet you too Abby." I said to her
"So, what were you doing out here this late?" Abby asked me
"I could ask you the same thing." I said to her
"I was at a club." Abby said to me "Now it's your turn to tell me what you were doing."
"I was out for a walk." I said to her
"Bullshit, but sure if you don't want to tell me, it's fine." Said Abby with a huff.
"Yep, just a walk." I said "Would you like me to walk you all the way home ma'am?"
"If it's not too much trouble," Abby said "I would prefer to have no more close calls tonight."
"That's fine with me ma'am." Said Frank
"Why do you keep calling me ma'am?" Abby asked me "You are making me feel so old."
"I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to offend."
"There it goes again," Abby said to me
"Again, I apologize." I said shaking my head. "It's just a habit."
"At least it's the good kind of habit, not like smoking or heroin." Said Abby
"I suppose you are right." I said to her pondering on that for a second. "Do you live on Sullivan Street?"
"I do. Not too far from here actually." She said, looking around "We just need to keep walking down this way for a minute."
"Just let me know where." I say to her
"It's right up here." She says to me pointing at an apartment building merely feet away "Thank you for walking me home."
"It was no problem." I say turning away from her "Be safe ma'am."
"Hey wait!" She yelled to me "Do you want to exchange numbers or something? I mean you just saved my life, I'd like to buy you a pie or something."
"No thank you ma'am." I said continuing to walk away. Going out for pie was not the top of my priorities list for the year, let alone now. When I got a little way away, I turned to make sure she made it into her apartment building, and then continued on my way to my little apartment on the next block.