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sob escaped my throat at the same time a solitary tear streaked down my cheek. I curled into myself and wrapped my arms around my body. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Lord, thanking Him for allowing this gorgeous Adonis of a man to come to my rescue.
    “Didn’t your daddy ever teach you the buddy system?” he snidely asked through gritted teeth. He was tying up my assaulter, who was obviously a vagabond. He wore multiple layers of clothing and a pair of shoes that had been taped up with duct tape. His body odor carried on the breeze, and it literally made bile rise to the back of my throat. Good Lord, that man could have raped me! I need to jump into a hot bath and scrub the filth off my skin! First, I needed to deal with Mr. Attitude.
    “You have no right!” I felt the lump in my throat growing but fought through it. “My parents died when I was eight years old for your information, so no he didn’t. I hope that answers your question, jackass!” I got up, and once I was sure I was steady on my feet, I took off toward home. I heard footfalls behind as his hand wrapped around my upper arm like a vice
    “You can’t leave! Not until the police get here and file your statement so this asshole can go to jail!” The nerve of the man. He didn’t even acknowledge what I had said; he just kept barking orders at me!
    “As far as I can tell, there is only one asshole here, and he isn’t the one who’s going to jail.” I glared at him and stalked off towards the river. How could someone be so callus and not care about someone’s feelings? I cried silently because right now, more than anything in the world, I did wish my dad had taught me the buddy system. Maybe I wouldn’t have been attacked, and maybe I wouldn’t have crossed paths with the jerk—the man who finally ignited that dormant spark inside of me.

Damien

    I am such a dick!
    I couldn’t help but be angry. Here was this incredibly gorgeous woman with lips like juicy plump cherries being mauled by some pervert. Damn right it made me angry, not to mention the fact that I wanted to devour those lips myself.
    I had felt nothing but pure rage when I saw him forcing himself on her. To even hurt a single strand of her caramel hair was enough to throw me into a fit of anger. In a blind fury, I picked up the rock and hit him on the back of his head, just hard enough to knock him out. When I noticed she was struggling under his dead weight, I removed the son of bitch. I accidentally caught a glimpse of her nearly perfect breast. I had to close my eyes to avoid looking at her much longer for fear of becoming aroused.
    This blue- eyed beauty had me entirely enraptured from the moment I heard her desperate scream. Her fear ripped into me, penetrating my heart, nearly causing it to stop from sheer terror. I watched as she hugged herself, staring blindly towards the river and noticed the soft movement of her shoulders. Was she crying?
    Why did I have to be such an asshole?
    At that point, it didn’t matter whom I had met in the past. There had never been a connection like this with anyone else. With her, as I soon as I saw her beautiful face, I felt it. The way she looked at me, it was as if it were just the two of us, and nothing else mattered. But it did matter, and she needed justice.
    I turned around, checking to see that the revolting oaf of a man was still unconscious. I heard the faint sounds of sirens coming down Peach Street and realized that Pointe Hope Police Department would be arriving shortly.
    I also knew that this woman could never love someone like me…
    Wait, did I say love? Where did that come from?
    I couldn’t love. I was incapable of loving someone truly because in the end they’d always get hurt.
    The sirens grew louder, and I went back to check on her, but she was gone. I looked around frantically trying to find her, but she had disappeared. The thought of her leaving me with an unconscious man and the police arriving shortly caused my