Rescuing Her

As the time rolls on, I listen from the small kitchen for footsteps in the hall, when I hear her and someone else arguing in the hall “No Mr. Jessup, I’m not that kind of girl!’ then a slap of flesh on flesh then “No leave me alone or I’ll scream!” The door knob shakes as I open it, in she comes followed by a drunken man “Please just leave me alone!” Pulling her inside, I launch a left hook into the bastards large gut. He doubles over then I knee him in the face while bringing my elbow down on the back of his head.

He collapses in a heap on her floor and I get my first look at the guy I'm later is told is her landlord. Rolling him over I get my first look at him, fat slob dressed in a green bathrobe covering a pair of blue shorts and a stained white wife beater.

“Know him Karen?” She answers me like I was invited here

“My landlord, lives on the first floor, apartment 101!” she looks up to me before continuing. “He been drinking and wanted me to have sex with him!” From the smell coming up to meet my nose I would have guess he drank since getting up this morning. Lifting him under the arms I get her to open the door while I half carry, half drag his drunken ass to the elevator. Taking it down to the first floor I deposit him in front of his door and make my return to Karen’s apartment.

Knocking on her door, getting no answer I try the door, it’s locked. Taking out my key I open it and enter to find her standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at the table set for two and a bottle of champagne on ice. Looking up “H-H-H-ow did you get in and who are you!

Grabbing a butter knife she hold it before her about chest high. Walking over to her and easily disarm her with a quick chop on her arm. Dropping the knife, she grabs her hurt arm “Now Karen is that any way to thank the man who just saved you from a drunk bastard?”

“T-T-T-T-hank Yo-u-u-u!” shaking as I take her by the left arm, relieving her of her coat then leading her to a chair at the table. Like a gentleman I pull her chair out, motioning her to sit then I push her closer to the table. As if nothing happened I take her coat and hang it up in the hall closet. Returning to her I offer her a glass of champagne before telling her of our evening meal, Chicken Kiev with vegetables and roasted potatoes.

“Please, don’t hurt me! If you just leave I’ll never say anything to anyone about this!”

“Oh Karen, I’ll never hurt the one I love!” She looks at me in horror, as I serve her then take my seat. “All I want is to dine with you then later talk about us!” I start eating like this happens everyday. She shaking so hard that her fork is playing taps against the plate, I reach over holding her hand “Trust me nothing is going to happen Karen, just a evening meal and some talk!” Letting go I return eating, Karen nervously starts nibbling at her plate,eyeing me suspiciously.