Chapter 3: Parking Lot Trouble

"See you guys in a few," I called, and headed out where my car was parked.

Most of the people had already left the parking lot by the time we had worked out our plans and gotten out of the stadium. We were in no hurry to be the first people sitting in Arby's. I was just about to where my car was parked when I heard the voices. About 100 feet from my car I noticed that, other than my car, Leslie's car and a big pick-up truck were the only cars left in the dark lot. As I got closer I heard Leslie say, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Getting some of that tasty little pussy," was the response by a male voice. It was followed up by some other male voices laughing and throwing out comments like, "Me, too," and, "I want some of that, too."

Without any conscious thought I started running over and as I approached I saw that there were five or six guys and they had Leslie surrounded. It was dark in the parking lot so I couldn't see too many details in that short time, but the guys had long bushy hair and some were wearing baseball hats. They were probably local rednecks who were out drinking on a Friday night.

Just as I got near, I heard clothes ripping and heard the first male voice say, "Look at those perky little titties." They had ripped open her sweater and now her bra as well.

"Get off me!" Leslie yelled.

It was right about then that I got there and as I ran into the crowd I yelled, "Get the fuck away from her!" and proceeded to knock the guy holding her off her and onto the ground.

"What the fuck?" one of them exclaimed. I had clearly taken them by surprise, but now they were pissed off and going to take it out on me.

They started toward us and I pushed Leslie behind me protectively. The guys were yelling at me by then. "Who the fuck are you?", "Get the hell out of here, asshole," and, "You're dead, mother fucker!"

"Fuck you!" I replied to the onslaught. "I'm not going to just stand here and let you rape her!"

"No, you're not going to be standing at all!" one of them said and I saw the glint of the moonlight on a blade as he pulled out a knife.

"Run, Leslie! Run!" I shouted and I plowed back into the group of guys to give her time to get away.

The rest of the fight was a blur to me. I know that my adrenalin was pumping and I heard her screaming out as she started running away from the fight. I know I got a few good punches in because I do remember the sickening crack of someone's nose as I hit him and I remember just going ballistic on these guys. I vaguely remember hearing some tires screeching as some cars pulled up and I also remember that I was hoping it was my friends who were showing up in time to help Leslie get away. That's all I remember before I blacked out.