Sorry for any gramartical mistake, English is not my language.
So, I was dating my fiancée, then girlfriend, and at that time we had been dating for a year and plus.
It so happened, in the late autumn, I'd asked her out for a date. We had got out of her car and were walking down the street when this guy grabbed my gal from behind and began harrassing her.
It was a lonely street.
I got fuming with anger and began to rough him up, high on adrenaline. My gal tried to pull me back but with no avail, so, she decided to watch the show. I had a notion she was impressed.
I'd a upper hand at the beginning but as bad luck would have it.
It was getting dark, and I didn't notice when four other guys emerged from the shadows. Perhaps they were this guy's pals.
Before realization dawns, I was back-handed. Two guys got hold of my arms in a death grip and the guy, over whom I'd been thrashing a moment ago, came down on me with equal force.
After a good deal of pummeling, I'd started to wheeze.
I heard my gal screaming out for help between the howls of those guys. But the street was eerily lonely.
After a moment or two I had altogether stopped struggling to break free. They took turns in roughing me up and I had started to bleed. My mind was foggy and the pain was great but among that fuss one thing crossed my mind, my gal had been there the whole time. My ego was bruised that I won't be the same man in her eyes anymore.
Tears prickled the back of my eyes, but I hold back n' luckily, I didn't cry. My gal was there and she would've thought I was a sissy or something.
A strong punch to the stomach and I crumpled down. I was beyond exhaustion. When I was numb a rock hard kick landed on my chest and it felt as if all the air left my lungs.
Now, my vision was getting foggy as well and a final blow to the jaw knocked me flat on the ground.
I came around few seconds later or perhaps withinp a minute.
She had cradled my head on her lap and was on verge of tears. Dazed, I watched the guys disperse. I took few moments to put together what had just happened and I felt like running away and never showing her my face again but I was in so much pain that I could barely move.
All she said was: "I was afraid! If something might've happened to you."
I didn't recognize her voice, she'd screamed herself hoarse. She said I can crash at her place and in the rest of the journey, she drove and I just sat silently. Humiliation clouding my brain.
At her place, she ran me a bath and I relaxed in the tub when she got the guestroom ready for me. (We have saved sharing a bed until after marriage). We had dinner etc.
And when I didn't talk to her feeling embarrassed she said that she didn't care if I got beaten up and all. All she knew was being with me and by the way it was five against one.
Though I was upset she hasn't changed.
Today I post this 'cause yesterday I had bought her a ring and we are engaged.