Neurotic Screams

Things just keep getting stranger. I have no idea what to make of last night. I have gotten used to a certain level of peculiar. Last night however was down right surreal.

I stopped at the store as usual to buy food. something nice to cook. I noticed a rather flustered red-head woman in-front of the store.
Ignoring her I went inside and did my shopping. When I left the store she was no longer standing outside. I started driving and noticed her again further down the street. She was walking and had a general look of stress about her. When I stopped at the stop sign she ran up to my window. “Help me please”. Well you know what that means. My chest puffs up, my cape unfurls and I start polishing my breastplate. When I asked what was wrong she stated that she had just moved here and was lost and scared. I agree to help her, especially since where she wants to go is thirteen blocks away. Being that she is lost she would probably never find it. so she jumps into the car.
Along the way she starts to tell me how her boyfriend left her at home with nothing to eat (the rat). Then she proceeds to tell me how he has changed alot and he is really mean to her. He yells and degrades her alot. when she calls him, he hangs up on her (the fiend). She desperately wants to leave him, but she is scared and has nowhere to go (Big Hazel eyes). She tells me how she is just so tired of men treating her like trash (poor thing). they lost everything because he would not work (lazy). Now he and she live with a friend of his and all she has is the clothes she is wearing (a low cut sun dress). all she really needs is someone to help her so that she can leave him. She’s afraid of him. I ask the obvious question, and she answers. “I told you. I have nowhere to go. I just moved here two months ago from New York. You are really nice. I wish he was as sweet as you are” (uh huh). She notices that I seem skeptical. “No really. you dont know me and you are helping me. You dont know how many people I talked to before you came by.” Generally, she continues on in the same vein. She is shaking and wringing her hands, hoping that I can get her home before he knows she is gone. after ten minutes or so I realize she doesnt know what street she lives on. So I turn around. Another fifteen minutes and we find “the apartments”. She got the street name wrong. I park across the street and watch her run in. She forgot to drop the McDonald’s bag. I think ‘boyfriend’ will figure it out. Before she left she asked for a number to call me, so she could feel there was someone to call if he hurts her, ‘cause I made her feel safe. (blows on breastplate. sun glare from my bald pate)

I drove home and did my normal thing. (We have saved the day again faithful horse. Away into the sunset) I do not expect to hear from her. But wow, what a weird night… dont some porn movies start this way?