As Princess, Sharron and Debbie nonchalantly walked home, they saw a large group of their classmates quickly approaching. The group singled out Debbie and before she could do anything, the group encircled her preventing her from escaping. Debbie was horrified when a girl who was known as the class bully, approached her and said, “You must think you are cute.” Debbie knew what was getting ready to happen and searched the eyes of the screaming kids in the circle, who seemed anxious to see a fight, for an ally to help her get out of this situation. Fear gripped her preventing her from moving or speaking. She briefly saw Princess and Sharron, hoping they would offer some assistance to get her out of this mess, but they seemed to be as horrified as she was, and did not move to intervene.
Suddenly, the bully threw a punch that caught Debbie on the side of her face. The punch made a noise so loud that it sounded like an atomic bomb had just exploded, causing the raucous crowd to scream in unison, “DAMN!” A searing pain erupted in her jaw, traveled down her neck, down her arms, and all the way down to the bottom of her feet. Debbie fell backwards and before the next blow arrived, she felt a small trickle of pee flow down her leg, which quickly turned into a raging river. The urine flow was accompanied by a flow of tears. Debbie lowered her head and tried to shield her face from the next blow she knew was coming. Before the next blow arrived, she heard the crowd erupt in laughter. Over the laughter, she heard someone shout, “Damn, she knocked the piss out of that bitch!” Princess and Sharron began to cry when they saw this happening to their friend.
Suddenly, a man came from somewhere in the crowd and barged into the makeshift ring in an attempt to stop the fight. He got in between the bully and Debbie, pushing the bully backwards. “Stop this right now,” he shouted. “You girls should be ashamed of yourselves fighting like cats and dogs.” Debbie didn’t know this man but thought, “He must have been sent from God.” She could have hugged him right then and there. He put his hand on her face, turning her chin back and forth as if he was inspecting the damage.
“Debbie, are you okay?” the man called out.
He turned to the crowd and barked, “You children break this up and go home before I tell your parents!” When nobody moved, he turned back to Debbie and said, “Come on Debbie. I’ll take you home. You live at the Concord Apartments, right? Your mom couldn’t pick you up today because she had to take your sister to the hospital.” He started leading her to his silver Chevrolet Equinox that was parked across the street. Debbie was more than happy to go with him. After all, he knew where she lived, knew her mom and more importantly, he saved her from that beat down she was getting.
“Debbie, don’t get in that car with that man,” the bully shouted. “You don’t know him. He’s a stranger!”
Debbie would have gotten into the car with anyone at that point. Her face was throbbing, her pants were soaked from her urine, and she saw no other way out of this dilemma. She gingerly got into the front seat with her savior. The car sped away heading in the direction of her home. She was never seen or heard from again.