Mr. Stranger

There was nothing inside the bag and the next thing I heard was a bang on my face. 

The driver had slapped me, it was a mighty and terrible slap that had hit my face like a thunderbolt. 

If not for anything in this life, the pain I had received is just so excruciating. The slap had touched the right section of my face hitting my eye, my cheek, and the rings on his fingers had succeeded in splitting my cheek. 

"Ahhhhh! Aghhhh!" I cried out in pain. 

My sharp voice was enough to bring people out of the house. 

Actually, a very huge and might man could be seen stepping out of the house. 

His broad features made me scared, especially as he had a stern look. Behind him, there were two kids that lured their way through the main door too. 

"Lady, you will pay me my money if not I'll give you the beating of my life," he said dragging my bag away from my hands as he pushed me towards the ground. 

"Sir, Sir, please,  I don't have any money," I begged. 

I wasn't lying when I said that, in fact, I did not know if we could actually negotiate If he would take anything from me worth the hundred dollars I am supposed to pay him. 

"You little whore, why then did you enter my car? is that how you behave? thief! thief, people come, I have caught a real thief. Let me tell you, girl, you have stumbled on the wrong person, jungle justice must prevail," he spat as he kicked my side. 

My kidney hurt me so much. The pains that cut through me were so much, my tears started running down my eyes. 

The worst thing that could happen is that I had an audience, they stared at me with bright eyes, and I knew they were probably the owner of the house because they kind of like suit the description I had read about a few days ago. 

"Stand, I am taking you to the police station," the driver shouted. 

My eyes we shot as the rain poured on me, it mixed with my tears to enter my mouth, I could hardly tell him if this was my tear or simply just the rain that had entered my mouth, or still both. 

The driver pulled me up by my hair as he shoved me towards his car. 

I knew my own was finished, I had no backup, and having friends too was not my thing so my heart thumped heavily as I wondered what this whole fiasco will end like. 

Truly, I am cursed, in fact, my series of bad luck can't even be carved out, I am a disgrace to the world, to myself. 

"What is going on there?" I heard the man who stood at the door asked. 

He was now approaching us and I closed my eyes in fear, I knew this is danger, and I have gotten myself into trouble. 

This time, the driver had stopped harassing me but looked at me with scorn as he waited for the man to approach us. 

Although it was raining, we didn't seek shelter, we stood under the rain waiting for the man to walk up to us. 

The man walked like a Greek God as he seemed to be taking all his time to get here.  He looked like a model walking up a stage whereas he was just coming to meet us. 

Deep down in me, I knew he was going to help the man in beating me especially when he hears the story, my part wouldn't even be relevant, he will just join in to make hasty generalizations and take the driver's side to punish me. 

When no one replied, he asked in a more firm voice. 

"I asked what is going on here,"

The kids that stood before the door watched keenly at the scene. 

"Nothing," I lied trying to conceal the truth. 

I received another slap on my face as the driver knocked me off balance throwing me to the wet ground again. 

"Speak the truth," he yelled.

Immediately, I heard something crack, I wondered what that was. Using the back of my hand to clean the water from my eyes, I noticed that the man who approached us had used his fist to crush on the driver's own. 

"You beast, real men don't beat women, they fight men who have muscles like themselves," the man frowned as he buttoned the driver. 

The rain was already rinsing his clothes, and his light Auburn hair that arrived at his nape was already plastering on his face and head. 

"Let go of me, ahh! I'm bleeding, you will pay for this," he cursed as he shrugged the man away from his chest. 

The stranger approached me, as he offered a hand for me to accept it. I brushed it aside as I struggled on my own to regain stability. 

"What happened? can you both explain why you choose to beat this lady?" he inquired. 

This is all my fault, I knew better than to come to this place, in fact, my life was so difficult to leave it that it caused a serious issue to me. 

The driver replied this time, pointing at me with disgust. 

"This lady, she boarded my taxi to this place, we accepted on a price and now she doesn't want to give my money under the pretext that she can't find her purse. Didn't she know she was going to pay the taxi she boarded?" The driver asked fiercely. 

I watched the stranger look at me, especially my split lips that were now bleeding, he seemed to have some pity for me. 

Instead of talking to us directly, he turned towards the house, giving a deadly stare at his children. 

"Guys, enter the house," he said gently. 

His words had a lot of authority, the two kids who watched at the drama keenly jumped with fright and rushed into the house.