Mr. Make – Belief

I stood there inhaling a long needed drag of my cigarette, across from a drunken misfit who was desperately trying to pick me up with sad pick up lines.
“ See this scrape, I got it when I fell in love with you” he mumbled while pointing at the recent gash on his face caused by another drunken man who got a little to angry. He started laughing while making other jokes. I laughed trying to make him feel as if he was actually funny but I was deeply feeling bad for him, knowing he will not remember anything that happened come morning. As I headed back inside the bar I felt a hand grab my arm tightly. This arm started pulling me away roughly and as I stumbled backwards, This uncomfortable arm grab was suddenly tightening and making my arm very sore.
“ Get your hands of me you dirty son of a bitch” I hissed through my teeth. Still not being able to see the face of the stranger who was trying to take me. I started to panic. My heart started to race and I couldn’t think of anything I could do physically to stop this from happening. Who was this person I had asked myself, still hearing the drunk man laughing, his voice fading as the distance increased.
“ Help!!” I screamed loudly. “Help! Please Help!” I said starting to hyperventilate. I caught a glimpse of the stranger who was pulling me. He let go throwing me to the hard pavement. At that sudden moment this stranger fell to the ground. Standing behind him was a tough looking black man, who had the face of an angel. His dark eyes shined and he kneeled down, his hands gently touching my face and wiping my tears.
“ Here, Let me help you up.” he said cautiously in a husky deep voice, making sure I was alright. He lifted my body in a sweet embrace, helping me until I was safe on my own two feet, he escorted me out of the dark alley, He then hailed a Taxi-cab. He came along for the drive, and as we got out he walked me to my door.