Thank you Dennis M.

Could an attacker be the rescuer? Can a person so drugged up still save the life of someone, costing him his own?
I wish I knew.
I was 16 years old.
Walking home from work, I worked at Cable-Vision in Boston MA. after school.
I was on my street.
A strange looking truck with a flap back drove slowly beside me. It was a small and narrow street so it didn't bother me how slow the struck was.
The truck suddenly came to a stop, the flap was pulled up and a few teenage boys jumped out of the truck in front of me.
I really had no time to react, within seconds I was thrown in to the truck, I was surrounded by young men, I was held down. They pinned me down on my back, a couple of them sat on my arms and hands. My legs were being held. I could not move. I could only see, but it was very dark. I looked from face to face, they looked so scary, I cannot describe the glow of their eyes but it surpasses any scary movie I've ever seen.
I prepared myself to die, I knew there was no way I was leaving this truck alive, not after seeing their faces.
I looked up at the person sitting at my head. He looked down at me. But he wasn't smiling, I saw his eyes, his beautiful eyes, blue eyes like the sea, it was Dennis. I went to middle school with Dennis. I had a huge crush on him. I hardly recognized him, he looked so different, he was very drugged and scruffy.
I spoke his name but it was muffled because of the hand over my mouth.
I begged him with my eyes. I stayed with his eyes. If I had to die, I'll die looking at those eyes.
He said something, but I wasn't sure what. The others didn't like it what ever it was he said.
There was a short fight, and he said it again only a lot louder and meaner, "let her go". I think I heard something about "she won't say anything, I know her, I know where she lives", seconds later I was thrown out of the back flap, I dusted myself off and walked home...
Thank you Dennis...
I want to add that around that time several girls bodies were being found, raped and murdered near and around my old neighborhood.