Her Savior

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The music in the bar was blaring, drowning out the voices of the people. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, and it was clear that some had already had a bit too much to drink.

It was my first time in a bar, and I have to say, it was quite a rough place. But all I wanted was to drown my sorrows and forget about my problems, so I kept on drinking.

I was sitting at the bar counter, already on my third glass, when suddenly a man approached me. "Hey beautiful," he said, catching my attention. "You look lonely." I just looked at him, not really interested in his company. He chuckled and asked, "Wanna dance with me?" I let out a sigh and replied, "No." He persisted, saying, "Trust me, you'll enjoy it." Annoyed, I glared at him and said firmly, "I said NO." That was enough for him to finally back off and walk away.

As I finished my fifth glass of drink, I felt the need to escape the crowded bar and find a washroom. The place was wild, and I couldn't help but notice some people getting a little too intimate. It was definitely not my scene, and I found it quite disgusting.

Finally, I managed to locate the washroom and hurriedly walked in. To my relief, there was no one inside. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and was taken aback by what I saw. My eyes were puffy from crying, and my nose and cheeks were flushed and red. My makeup was completely ruined, a stark reminder of the emotional rollercoaster I had been on.

Feeling the need to freshen up, I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face four times, hoping it would wash away the remnants of my tears. I grabbed some tissues to gently blot my face, trying to salvage what was left of my makeup. As I looked back into the mirror, I froze. There, in the reflection, stood a mysterious figure behind me.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of the man wearing a black mask and cap. Panic washed over me as I questioned whether I had accidentally stumbled into the men's washroom.

I looked at the mirror, the masked man was slowly approaching me. But then my eyes caught sight of something in his hands. Oh no, it was a knife! I was completely taken aback, shocked to my core.

Without thinking twice, I swiftly turned around. The masked man raised his knife, ready to strike. With all my strength, I pushed him with everything I had, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. The knife he had been holding flew out of his grasp and landed in a distant corner.

Seizing the opportunity, I made a run for it. However, my escape was short-lived as the masked man managed to grab hold of my leg, causing me to fall to the ground. The pain shot through me, and I winced in agony. The masked man stood up, his footsteps drawing closer.

With a tight grip, he clasped both hands around my neck, squeezing tightly. I desperately tried to push him away, but my strength was fading fast.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as someone pushed the masked man away. I coughed, trying to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Looking up, I saw a man standing over the fallen masked man. His intense blue eyes locked with mine as he asked, "Are you okay?"

My breathing was still erratic, but I managed to stammer out a response, "Y...yee..yess." My gaze shifted to the masked man who started to get up again, ready to attack. But before he could, the man who saved me swiftly kicked him in the stomach.

The masked man crumpled to the floor, wincing in pain. He struggled to stand up, but failed, collapsing once more. The man who saved me took a few steps towards me, bending down slightly. He extended his hand, offering me support. I hesitated for a moment, unsure, but then I mustered the courage and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull me up.

As I stood, I couldn't help but study his face. His piercing blue eyes, his sharp jawline, his black hair, and his features that seemed so familiar, as if we somehow met before. The intensity of our eye contact was broken by the sound of a door slamming shut. The masked man made his escape.

"Fuck" the man cursed under his breath. He let go of my hand and immediately dashed outside to chase after the masked man.