She was walking home, well, whatever do you call a home? She was dragging her tired feet along that grey sidewalk, exhausted from her long day. Walking through the quiet streets that were lit by yellow street lights. Before she knew it, someone grabbed her around the waist and dragged her into the bushes. She tried to scream, kick, fight, but he was overpowering her. She cried, all she could do, and then he knocked her out. When she opened her eyes, she was tossed aside like a rag doll, her clothes were shredded and all of her stuff was gone. Her eyes surveyed the area, but she couldn't recall where she was, or even the matter of what happened. She climbed to her feet and a shooting pain shot through her stomach. She bent over in pain and screamed. The passing cars didn't care, they flew by, until one white car stopped. A younger man stepped out and grabbed her arm, she tried to run. He grabbed her and carried her to his car. "You need help." He started driving and soon reached the hospital, he grabbed her and rushed her in, "Get this girl help." She flashed him a smile and he vanished. They treated her and released her.... only a year later she met the guy again. He was helping her raise her new son and was hoping to be his father... Only if she could remember who that guy was that dreadful night... but he did bring her the best gift ever... and he was not a mistake in her eyes.