I look up at him, and see his head, but his face is covered with a mask. "Who are you?" I ask, as I try to get up. Info learned: I can't get up with handcuffs on. "Nobody important. What did you do anyway? And who are you for the most part?" he says while lock picking my cuffs with a pin. He mutters, "damn, they made these tight..."  His hands are surprisingly gentle, and it puts me more on guard. As soon as I feel my wrists get free from the iron loops, I slip out of his hands, and kick my leg up, but he dodges it. Damn it.. 

He grabs my foot while it's still in the air, and throws it down. "OW!" I scream in pain, feeling my ankle smash the ground, and my knees being pulled with it. He looks over me, and says "wow, so ungrateful. I'm on your side, P.G." I glare at him, and while rubbing my knees and ankle with my bloody hands, I answer "How the hell do you know who I am?" He just raises an eyebrow and sighs, saying "Well, I don't know... it's not like I heard those thugs SCREAM it after you." Oh crap, he's right.. I think and turn away. "you're just like a kid." I hear him say, as he stretches out his hand to me. 

I just look at it for a second, and turn away again. "Yeah, sure, whatever, good luck finding your way back from here." He starts to walk off, and I look at his back. "What's your name?" I ask, and keep looking at his back even though he stopped and turned his head around. "You will have no use for it. I'm not not here to make friends, you were in trouble so I helped you. That's it. The story ends there. We don't know each other, and we never will." I'm just sitting there in surprise because of how different he is acting now. "Whatever, it's not like I wanted to be friends. For all I know, you would just turn me in." 

It's actually mostly true.. I don't need friends. I have... my modeling career.. and my family... I look up at his face, still seeing only his eyes, forehead, and hair. From this angle, it looks like his eyes are glowing, and I can't stop staring at them. They are so blue, and deep, I thought I would drown in them to be honest. "Stop staring at me, it's creepy. I'm not helping you anymore, you'll be fine on your own" he says, while turning around, and walking away again. 

I barely get up, and hold my wrists. Crap, I have a shoot in two days, and it looks like this will leave a mark. While I'm thinking about it, I hear the same guy call out, "Walk back to where I pulled you out from, turn left, walk forward a block, turn two rights, and there'll be a map at 11 a-clock." I follow his directions, and find a city map on a wall nearby. I look at it, and get a cab back home. 

I quietly climb into my window on the second floor, using a tree, and get some ice. I put it into some packets, and wrap them around my wrists and ankle. I get changed, take off my mask, and brush my teeth. I flop into my bed, and check the clock right before completely shutting off (instantly falling asleep). 5:27 AM.