Savior In The Dark

                                    
Savior In The Dark

                
By Ana Torres

Copyright © 2012 by Ana Torres

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Dedication

I wanted to give credit to my friend
Meaghan Johns
for helping me pick this title for this book you are about to read.

I also what to
thank my family for giving me support in all that I have done, and my 3 sons, I love you all, no matter what. And of course to my husband particularly, who has put up with me, the late nights coming to bed. I love you very much.

        
Introduction

            Sophia St. John thinks her life is dull and holds no excitement at all. After her brief relationship with a man that was too demanding, she wanted to move on. He wanted his way, and never gave in to hers. It was always about him, and his mother.

        One
night changed her life forever. She was attacked going to work after leaving a local deli and was saved by an unknown person, who rescued her from being cut, by a local drug addict. His swiftness not only stunned the man out cold, but he also captured Sophia’s heart, who wanted to know more about her hero. If there is anything such as karate love, Sophia heart yearned for it. With newly found freedom in the self-defense she was taught, she learned along the way what true love really is.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1……….
The attack…………………………………….…..

Chapter 2……….
The confrontation…………………………..…

Chapter 3………..My Break…………………………………….…....

Chapter 4………..Teaching private lessons……………             

Chapter 5………..Dinner and Unexpected Guest…………

Chapter 6………. Just Us……………………………………

Chapter 7………..The Underground Battle……..…………..

Chapter 8………..Feelings………….……………….…..…………….

Chapter 9………. A New
B
eginning……………………………….

Chapter
1
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The attack

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     Again working late, someone called in again. I wondered who it was this time. Was it Mary or Sue?  Henry’s Diner was always busy, being the only 24 hour opened diner in the outskirts of Sacramento.

     I was running late
for  work, my recurring nightmares leaving me disorientated and sleep deprived. Rubbing the grit from my eyes, I walked straight into corner of the drawers, stubbing my toe as I hurried to gather my clothes. Cursing at my stupidity I hobbled towards the bathroom and slid the dirty shower screen aside. Stepping in as I turned on the water, I sucked back a silent scream as the icy needles stung my back making goose-bumps rise all over my body.  Clenching my teeth as the curses rushed up my throat I soaped up my sponge and rubbed vigorously.  No matter how many times I complained to the landlord about the lack of hot water, my pleas went unanswered.  Just another black mark to add to the already unpleasant start to the day. I had never taken a shower so fast; it was in and out.

My
job at Henry’s Diner had its benefits. Working as a waitress is okay, but not my ideal job. It paid the bills, for now anyway.

    
But what else was I going to do? Anyway, I was dressed and ready to leave, when I almost forgot my keys. How would that look again? My landlord barely listens to my complaints. How will he get to open my place if I left my keys inside again. I remember the first time. He wasn’t so happy. But I grabbed them off the kitchen counter, and off I was running down the stairs like the house was on fire. It was about 6:00 pm. It was still early yet, so I figured I’d go and stop at the deli down the street before I went to work.

     
My stomach couldn’t take another round of Hugo’s cooking. I really didn’t know what attracted people to Henry’s Diner, but I know they do have the best Apple Pie. I got in my car and drove about three blocks.

          I was thinking,
Good thing I took my car; that would have been a long walk
. By car everything is closer. In the parking lot of the deli, there were some cars there already. I guess since it was dinner time for most people, unlike me, it was just a break from diner food. I walked in and it did not look too busy. I was happy about that. I knew I would get my sandwich faster this way.

    So I
ordered and some guy walked in the deli shop and stands behind me. He looked tired and very sweaty. He looked like he worked out or something. I was curious what he did for a living. He had a nice sexy body. I could see his chest frame and abs. He didn’t have the six packs; he had the very tone of eight pack abs! I thought “DAMN”. Okay he sure is nice on the eyes. He had a Chinese logo on his shirt. I sure did get a good view from his shirt, well defined.
Sexy
, I thought to myself. He did make me very curious. As sweaty as he was, I did wonder if he has the same landlord as I do. I softly giggled to myself. If I were not in such a rush I would have made small talk with him. He knew I was checking him out. He smiled at me, a beautiful gorgeous smile. One could just melt under that smile. He was very toned from head to toe. I was embarrassed and turned away. I thought to myself,
Damn I need to get laid. When was the last time I had someone in my bed? If I had him to wake up too, I think I would never wake up for work, would be too busy pleasing him.
Then I thought,
Here I am lusting after a man that could be married
. So I had to put that fantasy and butterflies to one side like a side order. I had just seen this man once; I was already making a claim. No, I couldn’t. My last relationship ended badly. It’s my dreams I keep having, since I broke up with Ray. He was such a loser; he was a good looker. That is all I can say about him. But other things, well he was bad at lovemaking. How can someone be bad at that? He was like reading from a book, telling me what to do. At first it was interesting, something new. I thought it was sexy. Something spicy in my life, but I was dead wrong. He was boring; he had no passion, no lust; his heart wasn’t into it. It was like I was making love to myself. I had a better time with my vibrator than with him. I swore to myself no more guys like that again. Plus, I was always working. The Diner was like my second home. All I did was work, go home, sleep, and back to work. Lately, I had asked Henry for as many hours I could get. I felt like I needed to get away at times, but from what? I wondered.

     
 
I have dreams of running away, but from what or from whom? I still don’t understand the dreams. Why was I being chased away? I went to grab a bite to eat before my shift started. I saw a man walk inside the deli. No offense to Hugo’s cooking, but diner food, one can only stand so much of it. This man, wow was very handsome, off the Richter scale hot. He had golden tan skin, black hair, and I got a glimpse of his eyes, emerald green. I am a sucker for green eyes compared to my boring brown eyes. He had a body. You could tell he worked out. I could just see myself and my legs wrapped around those hips of his. I was practically drooling over this man, undressing him with my eyes as I watched him talk on the phone. He had an accent, not Spanish, not sure, maybe Italian?  I stood there watching him; just maybe I would find the nerve to ask him something. He was standing in line ahead of me. Guess he called in his order, and then I was behind him. It looked as if he had gotten a call on his cell and stepped aside out of the line. I wondered who was calling him. He gave me a smile while he was talking on the phone as he was walking and talking on the phone. I am a good waitress, very friendly when I am working, but when it comes to men, I am shy. This man was so hot and sexy, I was speechless and could only stare. If only I was like my friend Sue; she would have been all over him. But I am not her. She had the reputation of being a slut, but she was a good friend, just not one to bring your man around. After a failed relationship with Ray, I didn’t really date much after that. I just wanted to be alone again. But watching this man was raising my blood pressure inside and changing my alone status. I started fanning myself with my hand and I know it was not hot inside, but damn, just watching him was making me hot. Then he came back in line. I knew he was behind me.

     As I was placing my order
, I could feel his eyes on me. I turned around and he had the most beautiful smile a guy can have. As I was looking at him, he pointed to me that the girl behind the counter wanted my attention. I was so embarrassed. I said sorry to the girl. “What was that again?” I asked her, and she put my sandwich together and I just told her I wanted the smaller size bread, since I would be working in and would not have a chance to grab a break. She recognized me from the diner, and asked me if I still worked there. I told her I practically lived there. She laughed and said, “I know what you mean. But hey your place does have the best Apple Pie around. They are homemade right?”

“Yes, the owner’s wife makes them,” I replied.
“She had to hire a lot of people who just came for that only. But it keeps me busy.”

I paid for my food and grabbed my soda and went to go sit down at one of the table
s to eat my sandwich.

            The man that was behind me, ordered his sandwich
, but not just one but three. I almost said something because I thought he phoned to order his sandwiches. I was then thinking he was either really hungry or buying for someone else. As he was leaving, he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. As I looked at my watch, I noticed I was going to be late if I stayed there. So I dumped my drink and the rest of my garbage. I grabbed my keys to my car. I noticed something was out of place. My car was there, but the lighting around was dim; it was hard to see. It was like there was a haze of light fog outside, but there wasn’t. How could time pass so fast? As I went to my car, I had a strange feeling inside me. Then it happened, someone grabbed me from behind and asked for my purse and all my money. He was trying to grab me hard and was trying to put a knife to my throat and from out of nowhere someone kicked his hand that was holding the knife. He then knocked him out cold. I was so scared my voice was so ruff sounding.
“
AHHHH” was all I could say, and then I realized who it was, the guy from the Deli. I said, “Thank you. Oh my, I better call the police.” He told me no, that he already had. I thought,
How would he know this guy was going to do something?
I found that weird. He explained that he had seen the guy waiting for someone, so I stuck around before leaving. Then he saw my questioning face, so he called the cops and he was right: they were coming and were there really fast. The cops came and immediately arrested the guy who attacked me. Then the police started towards me. They asked if I was okay, if I needed medical help. I declined, and they asked me what happened to the man on the ground. I told them a stranger from the deli had done this. And I pointed him out to the police. I didn’t get to talk to him. The police were asking me questions about the attack.  Who was I, what happened? And all I kept saying was that I really didn’t know where he was from; he came out of nowhere. I was heading to work which I was now late for
.
The police told me to call them if I was going to be late. They still had some questions and would then release me to go on my way. So I got my cell phone and called my workplace. Henry, the owner, answered and said, “You
better have a good excuse for not being here!” I was shocked that he would answer me like that. Then I told him I am here with the police, that I was attacked and being held for questioning. Then his tone went from mad to concern. He asked me if I needed a ride to work. I got pissed off and told him I had almost been killed, and you’re worry about me
getting a ride to work? I told him, “Work is the last thing on my mind right now.” I heard him on the other end of the line saying, “I’m sorry, I just…wasn’t thinking.