The street was deserted as he roughly began to kiss her.
"No, no," Lisa cried, trying to weakly push him away. After a heavy blow to her face she lost all strength. He must have slipped something into her drink.
He began pawing at her shirt, successfully ripping one of the buttons off. Lisa tried to scream but he covered her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered and the only thoughts she could process were, No, not again.
Suddenly he was flying. She saw two blurry figures in the right of her vision. Fists and knife blades engaged in a deadly combat. That was all she could contemplate. She didn't know who or what was out there but she did the only thing her mind could think to do and began stumbling away.
She didn't get far before a pair of arms encircled her waist. She screamed but then heard a voice in her ear.
"Sh, Lisa, come on, its me," Jackson whispered. Lisa pressed her head against his chest and began to sob.
"Jackson, Jackson..."
"Sh, Leese, it's okay," Jackson murmured. Lisa didn't see the sidelong glance he cast at the dead body. "Sh, he's not going to hurt you. I'm here."
Lisa woke up late the next morning, head pounding, and went into the kitchen where Jackson was cooking breakfast. He smiled at her and handed her some aspirin.
"Hangover?" he inquired. She groaned in response and swallowed the medicine.
"What happened last night?" she asked quietly, sitting down at the table.
Jackson hesitated. "I...I think someone slipped something into your drink."
Lisa vaguely recalled the man on the street. "No...oh god..."
"Don't worry," Jackson interjected quickly. "I...I got him off before he did any further damage."
Lisa looked up at him. "Did you..."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't know," Jackson sighed. "I suppose I could have stopped at beating him up, but...I was angry. I've never been as mad, and...I got carried away."
Lisa began to shake. Jackson strode over and looked questioningly into her eyes.
"He was the one from the parking lot, Jackson," she whispered tearfully. Jackson's face hardened.
"I think I kind of figured it out already," he sighed. Lisa began to shake. "It's okay, Leese." He took her in his arms.
Lisa tried to change the subject. "So, um...what were...you doing there?"
"Ironically, my crew picked the same party spot," Jackson said lightly. "We arrived as you were leaving."
"You gave up your whole night, then," Lisa pointed out apologetically.
"Yeah, but...it's okay," he smiled at her and shrugged. "I'd rather take care of you. You needed it more than I needed some shots of tequila."
Lisa looked up at him and smiled. "You're my angel."