Characters: Sarah Whin a small town waitress, Brad Hall the abusive boyfriend, and Bill Goldberg

Summary: Sarah thinks she kills Brad after they have an argument, knowing that if there is some chance that he still is alive that he will come looking for her and kill her no matter where she is.  While running from what she did she almost gets hit by an on coming motorcycle. The man Bill Goldberg is the driver and sees what has happened to the poor women. Will he be her knight and shining armor or will he just tell her to get the hell out of the way and go on about his business.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story and in no way shape or form trying to get money this is for your enjoyment only.

Rating: R for violence, language and strong sexual content

          My name is Sarah, and like any other person I was living paycheck to paycheck. I'm a 25 year old Asian female, 5 foot tall with long black hair down to my butt, brown eyes and a Carmel complexion.

          I'm a waitress at a small coffee shop in the city Huntvalley, Rhode Island. My dick of a boyfriend Brad is the only reason why I have an apartment. That may be the only upside to our relationship, but the downside is he is a drunk that likes to beat on me. Like any other woman I have been saving up the measly tips that I make to get out.

          I went home after work one day to find the apartment a wreck and Brad drunk as usual throwing shit all over the place.

"Why the hell are you so late"?  He asked

"I had to cover Tina's shift" I said

"So why didn't you call"? Brad asked

"I couldn't get to the damn phone!" I yelled

          The next thing you know he hit me dead in the eye. He hit me so hard that I could feel my eye start to swell.

"It's over you worthless bastard" I screamed as I was packing the little bit of stuff I had into my backpack.

"Baby I'm sorry it will never happen again, I swear" Brad pleaded

"Sure, sure that's what you always say and me being the dumb bitch that I am stay. Well not this time, I am gone for good!" I cried

"Well if I can't have you no one can, so no matter where you go I will find you and kill you" Brad shouted

          By the time he had his sentence finished I had picked up one of his high school trophies.

"What are you going to do with that, get your fucken hands off it!" He shouted as he stumbled his drunk ass towards me. Then the next thing I knew he had fallen to the floor with blood pouring out the side of his head.

"I killed him" I thought to myself, but I didn't care because that only meant that he couldn't do it to any one else.

          I ran out of the building towards the bus station downtown when all of a sudden a Harley Davidson came out of nowhere and almost hit me.