A/N: Part II

Warning: Assualt

Rated R

I start running when I get to my apartment complex. My heart is racing and I just can't shake the feeling of being watched. My grocery bags are digging into my wrist, my oversized, overstuffed purse is digging into my shoulder, none of the discomforts registered until I got inside the building, up to the stairs, and into my apartment.

I usually set the groceries on the counter before I go back and lock the door, but not this time. I lock the door, top and bottom lock, and hook on the chain. I know Maggie is staying the night at Glen's so I will have to be sure and unchain the door in the morning.

It is only then that my heart goes back to normal. I let out a deep sigh, rub my aching wrist and I put away my groceries. I try not to think about the strange acting guy who may or may not have been following me. There is not much to think about really. I have a habit of overthinking things sometimes. My mind is constantly regurgitating the worries of the day, the worries of tomorrow, the worries of days gone by. Yet I have no new or brilliant solutions to offer, I can only do what I have always done- take each day as it comes.

I make my turkey, swiss, avocado and toasted wheat sandwich; next, I pour me a much-needed glass of chilled Moscato. As the sun sets, I turn on the TV and settle in the living room. I watch a few sitcoms and even voted on my favorite idol.

Oh yeah, ice cream time. I treat myself to a triple scoop of cookies and cream and click to local news, the late show is on next and I get a few chuckles and then it was time to retire to my room. After closing the curtains, on the nightstand, I grab The Bluest Eyes by Toni Morrison. Using my bookmark, I begin to read as I left off. After a few hours, my eyelids start getting heavy, my phone says it's 1:37 AM, this is early for me so, I read a few more chapters, and eventually, I doze off.

My eyelids flicker open. I wake like I've been pulled by the collar. I couldn't breathe. My eyes go into focus but it's completely dark in my room.

Still, I can see enough to know it's him.

He's on top of me, choking me. I'm trying to scream, but he has my neck gripped so tight I can hardly breathe. Every breath is a struggle and all I can do is look at his face. The look in his eyes a terrifying mixture of rage and lust. My heart was racing and all I could do is try to scream. The sound came out garbled, muffled by his stranglehold. My hitting him seems to have no effect. My writhing under his heavyweight spurred him, he was becoming aroused. He moaned as his hardness pressing against my thighs.

"Yeah, you feel that don't you." He let out a deep guttural laugh, His lips graze my own as he stares into my eyes. "I want to do things to you… very, very, bad things…" he growls, rubbing my crotch with one hand while firmly keeping his other around my neck. "You smell so fucking good," he groans as he cages me in completely. I still can't scream. "I want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you." He's unbuttoning his jeans, his grip, slightly loosens and I let out a desperate wail while reaching for my cell phone.

His hand cracks across my face, snapping it back with the force of his blow and causing my head to reel sickeningly as it slams into the headboard behind me. I hear my cellphone crack against the wall and suddenly he is no longer on top of me. When black dots quit covering my vision, I'm lying alone in the middle of my bed. The sounds of crashing, growling, breaking glass, and blood curdling guttural noises fill the entire apartment. I'm paralyzed in fear, trembling, and crying.

"Michonne," an unfamiliar voice calls out to me in the darkness, "He will never hurt you again." His words tumble slowly and cautiously out of his mouth.

"Please leave me alone," I beg pathetically to the shadowy figure, "I called the police," I falsely warn, peering helplessly into my doorway. I knew that was not my attacker, but I'm still unsure, "Are you the police?" I let out a shaky sigh.

"You could say that, but only for those like him," The stranger has an accent, his words roll off his tongue in a timbre of warmth, the melodic sounds distinctly foreign, "Would you like to forget this night?" He asked and then flicked on the light.

Dressed in all black, T-shirt, jeans and boots. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. He had tousled rich dark chocolate hair, which was thick, curly, and lustrous. The light coming from the curtain slit made it shine to a shade of melting milk chocolate and his slightly tanned skin glowed, making his stubble covered chin seem darker. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He has distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw; his full pink lips were pressed firmly together in an indecipherable expression. "It is your choice," He paced across the room in even strides, his feet gently pounding on the hardwood floor.

"I don't think I will ever be able to forget this night," I whimpered, still unsure of what to do, "I'm sure I will never be able to sleep again."

"That animal is not worth remembering nor sleeplessness," He said, sitting on my bed next to me, "He is not worthy, " Peering at me with unblinking, mesmerizing deep ocean blue eyes full of intensity, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout combined with the timbre in his voice sends shivers down my spine... I was rendered speechless.

"You shall sleep and forget Michonne," At that moment I felt my body flush warm, "Sleep and forget, when he spoke, his words were so clear, clearer than flowing spring water. "Sleep and forget, he shall never hurt you again, sleep and forget," His words seemed to have echoed from the roof of his mouth, spreading their warmth everywhere. It must have been this speech, this chant, laced with that heavy accent that lulled me to sleep.

"Michonne! Wake up!" I wake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too long.