Chapter 3

He was tall with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. He knelt down in front of me and immediately took his leather jacket off to wrap it around me. I was shaking uncontrollably from coldness and shock. My mouth wouldn't open to speak. The blonde haired man offered me a hand and I took it.

"Are you Ok miss?" The man asked me as he steadied me onto my feet.

It took me a minute to reply as I tried catching my breath.

"I'll be fine…" I lied.

"Let me take you to a hospital" The man insisted but I shook my head.

"At least let me take you home" He insisted again. I didn't want to go home, Levon would just come and get me again.

More blood poured down my face, making it hard for me to talk without getting a mouthful of blood.

The blonde haired man took off his white wife beater and gently dapped the blood off my face. As he held the top to my face I found myself glaring down at his well chiselled body. I could faintly hear a chuckle escape his mouth as he caught me staring at him. I quickly looked down at the ground and avoided eye contact.

"Do you want me to call anyone for you?"

I shook my head. There was no one I could phone. I had nobody in my life. The blonde haired nodded like he understood my situation.

I wrapped his coat tighter around my frozen and bloody body.

He hesitated before asking, "Let me take you back to my place, You can freshen up there."

I sighed. I needed to clean myself up, but I had no where to go, His house was my only option.

I nodded my head at his offer. "Thank you…" I replied.

We had finally reached his apartment. It looked a lot like mine, It was small with boarded up windows. He opened the door and led me to his living room.

"So what's your name? I'm Jon by the way" He asked in a low husky voice.

The only thing my mother had ever given me was my name. "Willow…Willow Grace.." I replied. I looked up at his face and realised her was just about the same age as me.

"The bathroom is just down the hall to the left"

I smiled and replied. "Thank you"

Thankfully for Jon, His mother was out tonight whoring around as usual. He had to admit that Willow was beautiful. She had long black hair, brown eyes and a few tattoos. She looked so young. Her beautiful face was swollen, bruised and bloody. Jon sighed and threw his bags onto the floor of the living room. He could hear her silently cry in the shower.

I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my body. The hot water soothed my aching body. As I walked out into the hall, Jon walked out from his bedroom. I could feel his eyes search my body. For some reason I blushed, This wasn't the time to flirt or think about anything sexual. I needed to heal. Jon gave me a reassuring smile.

"I left you one of my t-shirts to wear, You can have my bed , I'll sleep on the couch" He winked.

"No , I couldn't possibly take your bed! I'll take the couch, You've done enough already for me!" She smiled.

He shook his head and laughed. "Please, Take the bed. You've been through a lot tonight, You need a good nights sleep."

I stared down at my wet feet and smiled, I actually smiled. How could a total stranger be so nice? The strangers I usually meet just want to fuck and then leave. For the first time in my life I had met a stranger who somewhat cared about my wellbeing. And that stranger went by the name Jon.

"Thanks Jon…For everything…" I was grateful. This stranger had found me battered and bruised. Any other stranger would have looked my battered body up and down and walked away, leaving me for death.

Jon smiled. "It's the least I could do, Look Willow you don't have to tell me what happened but if you want to talk then I'll be here to listen."

My eyes glistened with tears as his words replayed in my mind. Jon, a stranger that I didn't know anything about offered to listen to me. Nobody had ever listened to me.