It was amazing to be able to breathe fresh air again, I can't believe I unlocked the door; I took the steps down into the alley. I decided it would be best if I ran to the front, and got lost with the crowd and find my way to the police. I felt so much adrenaline running thru me, I felt like I like I was so invincible, nothing could bring me down. Then it happened, I felt hands come around my waste, and drag me backwards. "Let go of me now!" I screamed, "Someone help me, please help". "Shut up, Mark is here and he is going to see you, did you think you could escape this easy?" he laughed." "Help, there's a fire, someone help." I thought maybe screaming 'fire' would catch someone's attention. I sobbed harder than ever, I didn't want to go back there and face all of that. Finally Rodney got so mad he shoved me against the wall yelling at me and putting a hand over my mouth, threatening me again.


I had just pulled up to Lust; I had found a parking space and parked the car. I started walking toward the entrance to go in and pick up Jett, but I heard screaming. It was a girl's scream; I knew something was up, so I ran towards the voice. I saw a man slap her and try and drag her back to the doorway. She saw me coming, and he looked over at me "what do you want?" he spat. "What the heck are you doing to her?" I was angry; "let her go!" I didn't take too kindly to abuse. "Hey, watch it buddy, she belongs to me, and you can get to stepping back to where you came from!" He pulled out a knife and tried to swat it at me. I looked at the girl then at the knife, "Let her go, don't make me ask you again, you think I'm scared of a pocket knife". He came towards me with knife letting the girl go; I told her run away. But she stayed while I battled with the man, I sent him a nice upper cut, and slammed him against the wall. He took the knife and it sliced across my arm, but I pounded his head into the brick wall and punched and he passed out. The girl stood there shocked she couldn't move, so I pulled her away with me and took her to the car and told her to stay there till I came back.


I was sitting inside my rescuers car, shocked, panicked, and scared. Did that just happen?It did. I stayed where I was, silently thanking God above me for sending this man to save me. It was in less than two minutes when he came back to the car with a drunken blonde. He got in, started the car and almost ran over people trying to exit the parking lot. "Where are we going?" I managed to croak out. "I'm dropping him off to his house then we're going to the hospital. He calls me to pick him up when he gets drunk and I get him home safely." He turned his wheel sharp getting onto a side street, so much for safety! I looked down to his arm that was bleeding, and possibly infected by the cheap knife Rodney used. I stared at him from the passenger's seat, he was handsome; I didn't see his face in the alley. He looked over towards me like he wanted to say something but he kept driving. He stopped in front of a house and parked, "Get out, we're here." the blonde slammed the door and staggered inside; we pulled out onto the road. He was speeding, "are you hurt?" he glanced over at me quickly. "He hit me but I think I'm okay, you shouldn't be driving bleeding like that" I pointed to his injured arm. "I'll be okay, I just can't stand creeps, what're doing there at place like that anyway?" he looked me over again. I felt ashamed because I was dressed in a stained t-shirt and cotton pants, my hair wasn't brushed, and I probably looked like a troll. He must think I'm homeless or trashy, I felt embarrassed.

"Listen, it's a long story, you probably won't believe me, and you don't have the time." I replied .We had just parked; he came over to my side and helped me out of the car "we'll probably be in here forever, especially if they involve the police. Please let me help you, just tell me why you were there?" he begged. "First I need to know your name, and then I'll tell you once we're inside." I took his good arm as he led me inside. "Wait, you mean you don't recognize me?" I shook my head and he laughed. "What? Am I supposed to know you?" his arm felt so warm and safe, I didn't want to let go, but part of him scared me. "I'm James Diamond," he replied. "James Diamond," I repeated "nice to meet you, I'm Andrea Ross, but everyone calls me Andi." He smiled. We were in the Emergency Room, he registered into the system, and they took him back immediately because of the cut. He got a ton of stitches, but he acted like nothing had happened to his arm.

Finally, they left James alone, and he started in again about the Rodney thing. "James, I was abducted around a month ago. I was supposed to be at a modeling audition, but it was actually a market for selling girls. My friend talked me into this because she models for a living, I don't like it but we we're behind on rent and we needed the cash, since we shared an apartment." I felt sick thinking about that place. "Wait, they we're selling girls?" James looked me in the eyes. "They sold everyone, some we're raped and beaten, bought and forced into prostitution rings, or forced to be strippers like I was. I thank God they didn't rape me, they only saw me nude a few times when buyers came. I lost my friend, Misty, we were separated. Rodney, the guy you beat up, bought me, for some reason they wanted me to impress his boss, Mark. I was supposed to debut tonight for Mark, but I escaped thanks to you." I smiled at James. He got a mad look on his face, "what the heck? Are they that sick? I'm calling the police now." He grabbed his cell and began punching numbers.

Hours later towards the middle of the night we were released from the hospital. The police sent two investigators to listen to our story, and to get hospital records to file for my case. The investigators of said "we'll be in touch" since they had my info. James and I walked to the car, and he drove to McDonald's. "I figured you must be hungry, I haven't had anything to eat since lunch. Don't worry about paying for it, just get what you like." He ordered ahead of me. The girl at the register stared at him and said "I just love you! Can I have your autograph?" he signed a napkin and handed it to her. I went to find us a seat; I found a lot of people were staring at James, and at me. I knew I looked like I just came from the garbage dump, but I couldn't understand why they kept pointing at him. "Why is everyone staring at you? And why did the girl want your autograph?" I asked when he sat down. "I'm James Diamond, from Big Time Rush, I'm in a band. I'm surprised you don't know about us." he said dipping a French fry in ketchup, and taking a bite. "That's awesome. I didn't get to know anything about celebrities growing up; I lived in foster homes, and at sixteen I ran away, lived in homeless a shelter, that's probably why I don't know about Big Time Rush." I took a bite of my Big Mac. "Oh, really?" he looked at the ground. "I didn't know much about dad, He left us shortly after I was born, and my mom died in shooting when I was twelve. I was in foster care since then and… I don't want to talk about the rest right now" he was full of questions I didn't feel like answering. It was already embarrassing enough to have him hear what happened earlier, and now I find out he is famous.


"Well, can I drive you to your apartment?" I couldn't let her walk home in the cold. "Sure, but I think they probably have given it away now, it's been one month since we've been there." I could see she was holding back tears, talking about her and Misty. I reached my hand over to her shoulder and rubbed it "Hey, don't cry, I promise I'll help you find her." She pulled back instantly like I had slapped her. "Please don't touch me again, I'm not meaning to be rude but…" I figured Andi had probably been traumatized so I didn't push the subject. I drove her to the apartment; she had lived in the worst area in town. I got out and went with her to the landlord's office, this place is unreal, and how can she have lived here, Poor Andi. "Hi I'm here about apartment 3B?" the woman threw her a black garbage bag full of her items. "YOU still owe me three months rent, and other charges for keeping your items." The woman held out her hand. "I don't have any money I haven't been here, I was-" before Andi could finish I crumpled a wad of cash in the woman's hand. "That should take care of everything, come on Andi let's get out of here." I pulled her back to the car. I'm not letting her stay here; she can stay at my place for now. "Where are you taking me? I don't have any place to go. Just leave me here on the street," Andrea tried to pull back again. "Leave you? No! Don't you know this is the worst area in town? I wouldn't leave you here even if you wanted me to. I've got extra rooms in my apartment that my mom and sister use when they come to stay with me; you can have them till this thing is over." I took her in my arms and toted her to the car and set her down. She wasn't going to be harmed again, not if I could help it.


I thought I make Andi a lil more reserved in this chapter, she wants to trust James, but part of her is still scared of him. I also wanted to make James Really heroic, and her rescuer. I hope this isn't boring, or too long of a chapter, I wan't to keep this interesting and enjoyable for all the readers out there. Yes Andrea, I know you're excited and thank you for the suggestion and lovely reviews . God Bless xo Summer