Diary of a Broken Girl: Day 26A Chapter by Dead AngelShe is saved by her knight in shining armorKat was now a natural at her job and it’s only been a week. She had been taking double shifts so she can save up money to rent an apartment. Living at a hotel was fun and all, but she felt bad not paying for her room. Also, it lacked a kitchen and she missed home cooked meals. Kat was an hour away from ending her night shift when a drunken man stumbled in. He was wearing blue jeans, a grey T-shirt with a black leather jacket and dirty black boots. He went and sat at one of Kat’s tables, when she walked up to him she could smell smoke and alcohol all over him. “What can I get?” She asked as she got out her pen and pad. The man turned around in his chair and looked Kat up and down with a sleazy look. “Hello beautiful. What’s your name?” He said. Kat felt so uncomfortable being near him that she just wanted to quickly take his order. She didn’t like the way his eyes stared at her either. “Its Kat sir. What are you gonna eat?” “Oh Kat…Kitty Kat. You’re the girl Candy told me about, the one that wanted to work for me.” He got up and stood in front of her the same way Candy did the night before. “She was right, you do have nice assets.” He started looking down her blouse when Kat pulled away. “Would’ve made a bundle at my place.” He started getting close and Kat was backing away from him, but every time she took a step back, he took two steps forward. “Sir please.” She said putting her arms on his chest, trying to stop him. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and began feeling her up. “HEY STOP!” She slapped him square in his face and caused him to stumble back. He grabbed her and was about to strike when Buck came in. “SLATER!!” He yelled. The man turned to Buck and released Kat. “Hey Buck, how’s it going?” “I told you to stay out of here. I’m sick of you harassing my girls.” Buck said. “Your girls deserve to be working at my place instead of this shithole. They’d make twice as much in one night than they could in two weeks here.” “The only shithole here is your bar and it’s rotting this town.” Buck went and grabbed Slater by his arm and jacket. “Now stay out of here or next time I’ll call the cops and watch as they haul your a*s away.” He then threw him outside and shut the door. He went up to Kat who was still a little shaken. “You all right hon?” “Yea I’m fine Buck thanks.” “Good”. Buck then went to his office, picked up the phone, and informed the police what happened. Finally, Kat finished her shift and headed back to her hotel. As she was walking, she thought she heard footsteps behind her, when she turned around she saw nothing. Thinking it was the wind she continued walking. As Kat came closer to the hotel, she started going through her bag looking for the key when suddenly a pair of big arms came around her. “Hello beautiful.” Slater said. “You and me are gonna have some fun.” He started dragging her into an alley and as Kat began to scream, he clasped his hand over her mouth. He pushed her up against a wall and held her there with one arm on her chest. “So you think you’re too good to work for me? We’ll just see about that.” He ripped her blouse open, exposing her breasts. She tried fighting him off but he was too strong. He then smacked her across her face, causing her to fall to the floor. He got on top of her and started feeling under her skirt, trying to remove her panties. Kat could still smell the smoke and alcohol on him. "NO! DON’T!” Kat was fighting and fighting to get him off but couldn’t. Then a guy came out of nowhere, grabbed Slater right off of her, and threw him into a dumpster on the opposite side. Slater got up and threw a wobbly punch; the man easily dodged it and punched him in the stomach. Slater then harpooned the guy up against a wall and held on to him by his shirt. He was about to throw another punch but the man gave him a right hook to the jaw and he went down so hard, he ripped the man’s flannel shirt. Kat was huddled against the wall, her face horror stricken. She flinched when the man offered his hand to help her up. “It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt ya, I just want to help. My name’s Mark.” Kat took his hand and got up. “My name is Kat.” “Well Kat I’m going to take you my auto shop and we’ll call the police from there ok?” Kat nodded her head and Mark wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the alley. They left Slater where he was at. As soon as they arrived to the auto shop, which wasn’t far from the alley, Mark sat Kat down in a chair. He disappeared behind a door and shortly came back with a wet towel and a blanket. “Here.” He said as he handed her the towel and wrapped the blanket around her. “I’ll be back with some water.” “Thank you.” She replied as she dabbed the towel on her bleeding lip. Mark smiled and disappeared into another door. Kat looked around and saw pictures of cars, girls in bikinis standing next to cars, and beer with a car in the background; a true man’s paradise. Mark returned 5 minutes later with a glass of water and a phone in his hand. “I just called the cops, they should be here in a bit.” He said. “Do you need a shirt?” Kat looked down and noticed that her blouse was still open and her breasts were still exposed. She quickly covered herself, feeling embarrassed. “No I’m fine thank you.” She replied. He handed her the glass of water and she drank it all up in one big gulp. She gave him the empty glass and he set it down on a table near by. He pulled up chair and sat next to her. "So is this your shop?” Kat asked. The silence was killing her. “No, I just work here. I hope to have my own one day.” He replied. “Oh.” Kat couldn’t stop looking at him. He had caring brown eyes, short black hair, and a loving face. The blue jeans he wore were ripped and stained and his flannel shirt was faded in color. There was something about him that made Kat forget about everything that happened in the past 4 years. He took her hand in his thinking she still needed comfort. His touch was perfect, strong yet gentle, rough yet soft. She desperately wanted to melt in his arms, then Vincent popped in her head and she remembered his betrayal. That won’t happen again! She thought. She quickly withdrew her hand and scooted away from him a little. “Is something wrong?” he asked looking confused and wondering if he crossed some sort of line. “Uh no, nothings wrong, I’m just tired.” Giving her an understanding look, Mark just sat there quietly looking at the floor. The police came shortly after and took Mark and Kat’s statements of what happened. They found Slater still passed out in the alley. When they managed to wake him up, they handcuffed him and put him in a cop car. When everything was said and done Kat began to walk to her hotel. Mark offered her a ride but she refused and said the fresh air would make her feel better. So he insisted on walking with her and wouldn’t take no for an answer. So when they arrived to her room, Kat thanked him for everything he’s done and said goodnight. Mark smiled, nodded his head, and went home. Kat quickly changed into her PJ’s and placed the ripped uniform on the couch. She then sat at the table and took out her notebook. Dear Journal, I was nearly rapped today, but a man came and saved me. Oh, he’s such a sweet man, very handsome too. His name is Mark and there’s something about him that makes me feel all tingly inside, but I can’t let myself get vulnerable again. My heart is still broken from the last time I gave it away. That will never happen again! I won’t let myself get hurt that badly, I won’t be made a fool of…I just won’t. She slowly closed the book and started thinking about Mark and his touch; it made her smile. She then let out a long sigh and looked out the window. “I won’t.” She got up, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
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