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My heart feels like it's beating a mile per hour. I can hear my pulse pounding in my ear, and I'm not sure if the stranger spoke or not. I repeat my question again.
"Who's there!" By the sound of the crunching rocks this person is kind of heavy, and it sounds like he just tripped, or stumbled. I'm not sure which.
"Hey there you pretty little thing." Just my luck. The guys sounds drunk and I don't know what to do. I'm sure I could out run him but I'd be running in the dark.
"My boyfriend is on his way! He should be here any minute now!" Hopefully he doesn't call my bluff.
"He ain't here now." Even though I can't see his face, I can tell he's smiling. He walks slowly towards me, staggering. My brain is telling my feet to move but they aren't listening! I'm frozen to this spot and I don't think I'm going to be able to move.
He's about a foot away from me and I can smell the alcohol coming from his heavy breathing. His long red hair is tied in a pony tail and his torn black shirt smells like vomit. I'm hyperventilating and I'm scared out of my mind. What do I do? I know I should run but my feet are glued to the ground! I feel his chunky rough hands come in contact with my shoulders and I just scream. I scream like it's the only chance I have of surviving. And it just might be.
Another set of headlights shine on us and I honestly don't know if I'm relieved or not.
"Get the fuck away from her!" I know that voice! That voice belongs to my knight in shining armor. The man of my dreams, Clark Kent.
"What did you say to me boy?" The man doesn't let go of me but looks in the direction of Clark's voice.
"I said...get...the...fuck...away from her." I can hear his footsteps approaching us, and it's like music to my ears.
"I'm sorry kid, but I saw her first." This man disgusts me, he looks at me with desire swirling in his eyes.
The next thing I know, I hear a hard crunching sound so I close my eyes, afraid of what it was. Then a loud thud follows. It kind of sounded like someone fell to the ground. I open my eyes to see the red haired man laying on the floor holding his cheek. I look to Clark, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
"Run to my truck Lana!" He doesn't need to tell me twice. I run and I don't want to look back. I know that Clark can take care of himself but that guy was pretty big. The driver seat was already open so Ijump in and scoot to the passenger side.
Clark is kicking the man's face in and I can hear him yelling in pain. I almost feel back for the guy. I know that he just tried to...do something with me, but he's human. We all make mistakes. Pretty soon the man is no longer squirming or making any noises, and Clark continues to kick the guy. I can't take it anymore, I have to say something before he kills him.
"Clark please stop!" He stops, as if he just snapped out of a hypnotic state. Frozen in the same spot he stopped in. Like he realized for the first time that he was seriously hurting another human being. He slowly turns to look at me, and sweat is dripping from his forehead and down his face. He looks back down at the man he was beating to a pulp, and begins to whimper.
"Lana...I didn't mean to...I..." He's crying and it's one of the first times I've seen a guy cry. Especially a macho jock like Clark Kent. I quickly get out of his truck and stand next to him and look down at the mess that was once a man. I don't think he killed him but the guy is no longer moving and his face is barely recognizable.
I turn to Clark "It's okay, you were only fighting himbecause you thought he was going to hurt me." He finally turns to look at me, and the moon light up abovehelps me see the tears shinning on his face.
"Lana...I wanted to hurt him. That's what scares me the most." Clark begins to cry even harder so I pull him into a comforting hug.
"Clark it's only natural to want to hurt people who hurt your friends." I rub my hands up and down his back trying to ignore the fact that I'm feeling allmuscle under his shirt.
He pulls me closer to him, and weeps into my hair. If it weren't for him...I don't know what would have happened to me.
"Lana, I'm a monster." I can't let him think that. He might have just saved my life right now. No monster would have been able to do that.
"No Clark, don't you think that for one second. You're a hero. You came to my rescue when I thought no one could help me."
We continue to hold each other for several moments while I lend him my shoulder to cry on. I whisper words of nothing, trying to soothe him. After what seems like forever he lets go, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to let go of him yet. I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of him. He sniffles, wipes his eyes with the back of his hands, and smiles a weak smile before turning to his truck. I follow him and sit in the passengers side not saying a word while he drives me home. No words were exchanged, no words needed to be exchanged. He was there for me when I needed him most, and I was there for him. It seemed as simple as that.
A/N: Sorry it was so short. I'm going to start on the next chapter. I wasn't going to end it here but decided to in the end. The next chapter might be longer but I'm not promising anything. : ) Okay, now it's your guys turn to REVIEW!