Thank you Candace for the editing.
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Toronto, Ontario.
Steve, 25 years old and single, was a general worker in a huge construction firm. He was a solid muscular guy for his age since he was lifting heavy weight every day and a couple of days a week he would go for a workout in a local gym. His best buddy, Mike, was a car mechanic and worked in his father's shop. He is very good in his job. Since he was in kindergarten, Mike knew what he would do one day.
Mike was invited by a loyal customer to a 1st of July Canada Day party. Since he did not want to bring his girlfriend and did not want to go alone, he convinced Steve to accompany him. Steve accepted as he had nothing to do that evening. It was a normal party held in the backyard. The patio was converted into a dancing area. The music was loud and there was a lot of booze.
Steve sat quietly in a corner sipping a beer while Mike was walking around socializing. A young woman, holding a bottle of beer, staggered near Steve and sprawled on a chair next to him. She gulped down the whole bottle and burped.
"Sorry," she said to Steve.
"Slowly young lady, you have the whole evening in front of you," Steve replied.
"I'm celebrating."
"We are all celebrating."
"No, I'm celebrating," she emphasized.
"Ok, you're celebrating." Steve smiled. "She'll soon have hiccups," he thought.
"Yes, I'm celebrating my breakup with my ex-boyfriend, he cheated on me." She stood up and with some difficulty she walked to the dance floor and started to move her body to the rhythm of the music.
Steve continued to sip his beer and noticed two guys standing near the patio join the young woman and dance near her. Ten minutes later she left the dance floor and went to grab a glass of whiskey. She turned towards Steve and smiled. She raised her glass towards him and swallowed everything. He shook his head. She then went back to the dance floor. The two guys were now dancing nearer to her and almost touching her each and every time.
"Hey man, why are you just sitting here?" Mike asked. "Go and meet people." He bent closer to Steve's ear. "There are lots of chicks around." He said quietly. "And they are all horny."
Steve turned towards the dance floor, but could not see the young woman or the two guys. He jumped from his chair. "What's going on?" Mike asked, astonished.
"I'm going to look for another beer." Steve answered.
Steve looked around everywhere, but could not find her. He then walked to the front of the house. There were cars parked on the driveway and also on the street. A hundred meters away in a dark spot, he could observe someone kneeling in front of an open door of a car. He approached quietly and what he saw, made him furious with rage. She was lying on the back seat with one guy inside holding her and trying to remove her t-shirt. The other guy who was outside, was trying to pull down her jeans. She was trying to struggle but was too drunk.
"Leave her alone and get lost!" Steve yelled.
"Come on man, if you don't like what you see, just walk away." The man outside of the car said while approaching Steve. "You can join the party if you want."
Steve didn't hesitate. He kicked the guy hard in between his legs. He screamed and held his balls and fell on his knees. Steve clenched his fist and hit the guy in his face with all his energy. He could hear cracking of bones. The guy fell unconscious. At the same time, the other guy yelled and ran towards Steve. He was more muscular and taller. He tried to hit Steve in the face, the latter ducked and gave a blow in his abdomen. The bad guy hit back and Steve was sent to the ground. He took Steve by his shirt and threw him against the car. Steve slammed against the front door with pain. He saw the bad guy raising his right foot, and Steve just swerved to his left at the same time the bad guy kicked and smashed the window. With the man's right foot still up, Steve kicked fiercely at the left one. The bad guy lost control and fell down. Steve jumped on his stomach and hit him several times in the face till he passed out.
Steve pulled up the young woman's jeans. She seemed a bit lost and groggy. He picked her up and took her to his car. He placed her on the passenger seat and searched her pockets, found a house key and "Eglinton Heights" was written on the key holder. Steve knew every corner of the city as he has worked on all major construction sites. He stepped on the gas and drove towards the building. He parked in the visitor's parking spot.
"What's your apartment number?" Steve asked while waking her up.
"Hmmmm."
"Your room number?" Steve yelled.
"412," she mumbled.
Steve put her arm over his shoulder and took her to the fourth floor while holding her. Once in her room, Steve placed her on the bed and walked to the bathroom. He found what he was looking for, a bucket. He then went to the kitchen and dissolved a mixture of salt and sugar in a glass of water. He had her drink some of the mixture while keeping the bucket nearby. Suddenly she started shaking and puked into the bucket. Steve then cleaned her mouth and let her lie down. Fifteen minutes later Steve repeated with the drink and she puked again. After a couple of pukes, Steve undressed her and brought her in the bathroom and let the cold water run over her. She was too weak to fight. Steve then dried her up, put her in bed and covered her with a blanket. Steve sat on a chair next to the bed and watched her sleeping.
It was early morning that she woke up a bit worried, looking at the ceiling as if figuring out what happened the previous night. She jerked when she found Steve sitting opposite her. She raised her covers and found that she was naked.
"You raped me!" She screamed.
"Easy girl," Steve stood up. "In fact, I prevent the two guys from raping you."
"Who ...two guys ... and why am I naked?" She then noticed the bruises on Steve's knuckles and redness on his face.
'It's time to go. I advise you take a good rest and stay away from alcohol." Steve left the room.
Like a fog being dissipated, she recalled bits and pieces from the previous night. The party. Lots of drinking. She was dragged to a car by two men. One was trying to suck her nipple and the one was removing her jeans. There was a fight. Glass shattered.
"He saved me!" She sprang out of the bed and quickly put on her jean and t-shirt and ran out of the room. In the hallway, she could hear the door of the elevator closing. She ran down the stairs and rushed outside the building. Too late, she could only see the young man driving away in his red Dodge Daytona.
The following Saturday evening Steve and Mike were having a beer in the local pub when Mike's cell phone rang. He listened to the caller and then turned towards Steve, "Do you know Tricia?"
"No," Steve continued to drink his beer.
"There is someone on the phone who said she doesn't know your name but she knows you, my best buddy."
"Is she cold calling to sell something?"
"Miss, unfortunately my friend doesn't know you and if you are trying to sell something, we are not interested." Mike listened for a moment. "She said she was at the party last week and you brought her to her apartment."
"Oh, her name is Tricia? I didn't ask." Steve took the phone.
"Is there something that I should know?" Mike smiled. Steve shook his head.
"Yes Tricia, how may I help you this time?"
"Hi, first of all I want to thank you for what you did last time. Without you, I don't know where I would be right now and in what condition."
"I only did what I needed to do to help someone in danger."
"No, you did what no one else would do. You are my savior, my hero."
"Thank you. And from now on you should behave, you understand what I am telling you?"
"Yes, I understand. I have been a good girl since the party and intend to remain as such."
"Nice. By the way how did you get Mike's phone number?"
