Need (Dark Romance) 18+

Am I Crazy Or Is He?

No, please. This can't be happening. Someone, please help me.

Just as the man pulls my underwear to the side in this darkness behind my car,

I see Mr. Shadow run up to my drivers side window.

"Rowan" he called out in search of me.

My attacker digs his fingers into the sides of my face, attempting to tighten his grip on my mouth to keep me quiet.

Out of pure instinct, I get this urge, so I start hitting to back on my car.

I can't fight him off, and I can't scream, but I can try to make any noise I can to get shadows' attention with him standing so nearby.

I manage to bang on it twice before my attacker uses his free hand to grab it painfully hard and twist.

His other hand muffles the scream I let out for the pain, but I think it was enough.

Shadow runs to the back of my car, finding my attacker and I, just barely out of sight in the darkness.

He grabs the guy by the back of his shirt and throws him off of me.

He quickly runs over to him, not giving him any time to recover, and starts viciously punching him over and over.

A violent, brutal, unforgiving, beating from an unhinged man who is furious.

I rush to get up and run to my drivers seat, locking the doors immediately as I sit there, bawling my eyes out and trembling in fear of everything that just happened. What almost happened.

I want to go home. I never want to leave anywhere alone again. I just need to start my car and- oh no, my keys, my keys!

My brain is a useless jumbled mess, offering no help other than keeping me frozen to my seat.

There's no way I'm getting out of this car again. My breathing turns from heavy, unsteady breaths to hyperventilating from the panic.
Calm down self, calm down. I can't. I just can't.

Mr. Shadow came up to my window and lightly knocked on it.

I couldn't bring myself to look his direction, my panic not allowing me to determine who is friend or enemy right now to begin with and him being in a questionable middle at best.

I pull my legs up to my chest and start to sob, my body shaking even more as each sob writhing my small frame.

He pulls on the door handle and the doors unlock, showing that either he has the keys or they're nearby.

I can't bother to find out which one is the case, as he's too close to me now, and I'm scared to do anything at all right now.

He wraps both arms around me, leaning his forehead onto the side of my head, and his big body contorted in a very uncomfortable position so that he can reach me.

In one of the most gentle voices I've ever heard, as he softly caresses my hair, he says,

"it's okay. I got him. I stopped him, and he won't get that chance ever again. You're safe, you're safe. I'm here. Pinky promise."

"pinky promise me that I really am safe?" I ask in between sobs as I hold up one of my pinky fingers.

He locks his into mine and says, "I pinky promise."

I don't know why I believe him. I think I just want to believe him, but also what he did for me.

It was huge, and I don't know how I could ever pay him back or thank him.