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large man and his weight had her crushed against the wall.
    She struggled and it only infuriated him more. He drew back his fist and hammered it into her side. Finally, a desperate cry escaped her. He glared down at her. “You will rue the day you ever crossed me, you skank whore!” He pulled her from the wall and pushed her hard to the floor where he jumped on top of her and wrapped his huge hands around her throat. Her vision blurred as he squeezed.
    She reached up and sank her sharp nails into the fleshy part of his cheek. He roared from her attack and jerked back. Gasping and terrified, acting on pure survival instinct, Carmen slammed a knee right into his crotch. She watched as his furious eyes glazed over with shock and agonizing pain. He crumpled over and off of her.
    Before he could recover, she dragged herself away from him and crawled to the other side of the kitchen. She didn’t have the strength or focus to go any further. As she started to see stars, one of the wait staff returned for another round of food and drink.
    She remembered the young man. His name was Paul. He was a college student working his way through school and had worked their parties before. She watched him approach her and stoop down. Then he saw Kennedy on the other side of the kitchen.
    As dizzy as she was, she couldn’t miss the heated anger and hatred that crossed Paul’s face. Very slowly, he caressed her face and said, “My mom used to be married to a monster just like him.” He stood quickly and barred the kitchen door from anyone else entering and returned to her. “Ms. Carmen, what can I do?”
    Hearing the words spill from her mouth told Carmen that both her lips were busted. “I need to leave before he can recover. I can’t stand. In the walk-in pantry there’s a small duffle bag. Get it for me. My vision is compromised. Will you help me up and help me leave out the back, please?”
    Paul reached into his back pocket, yanked out his cell phone and made a call as he found the bag. He threw it over his shoulder then very gently lifted Carmen into his arms. As her body rebelled from the pain she whispered, “Thank you.”
     
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    Paul gave Kennedy a murderous look as he walked out the back entrance of the kitchen. He gritted through clenched teeth, “It’s muthafuckas like you that give all men a bad name. A pair of bruised balls is the least you deserve, you sick bastard.”
    As he got her settled on the floor of the receiving elevator he said, “I need to unlock the kitchen door. I’ll be right back.” He was gone for only a few minutes before he returned and gathered her into his arms again and said, “I got a friend who’s a nurse and won’t ask any questions. She’ll meet us downstairs at the loading dock in the back of the building and take you to her place and patch you up. I know it ain’t much, but at least you’ll be safe from that fucker. No matter what, he’ll never learn where you are from me.”
     
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    As Paul gently set her in his friend’s car, Carmen grabbed his hand and squeezed fiercely. Her left eye lid was so swollen she could scarcely see out of the eye, but this young man had saved her and she would show her gratitude for she knew she’d never see him again. “Paul, thank you.” He had set the duffle bag on her lap. Slowly she unzipped it and reached inside and pulled out an envelope. She pressed it into his hand. “No amount can ever be enough for what you’ve done for me tonight. But I hope this will show you how very grateful I am for your help.” She sank into the passenger seat of the car and let darkness take her.
     
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    Seven weeks later, Carmen Powers sat across a conference table from her husband, Kennedy. They were finalizing their divorce. Their attorneys were hashing out the details, but she felt anxious. Not because her marriage was over, but because she could feel the waves of hatred pouring from Kennedy from across the table.
    After she