Baby Maybe | Mark Tuan

Chapter One

"But aunt Jess!" I got down on my knees and pleaded for my life. 

"Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!" My aunt started pushing me with her feet along with my luggage. 

"Where will I go? You're responsible if I die!" I hugged her knees hoping she would change her mind. But I knew that was impossible.

"I don't care! Get lost!" She gave me one last kick, shut the door tight, and with that I was out of her life. 

I couldn't blame her. I admit, having a niece like me was pure nightmare. She was the only person who knew my true nature underneath all the facade. I always somehow leave the house looking like a pigsty in less than 10 minutes, I had horrible manners, and I always borrowed her clothes. But I still have good qualities in me! I'm pretty confident with my looks, I was voted prettiest and smartest in my grade, and I never failed at getting what I want. 

Except getting kicked out.

With my backpack hanging on one shoulder and my right hand keeping hold of my luggage, I took one last look at my aunt Jessie's house before finally leaving. 

I walked around random neighborhoods, not really heading towards anywhere. 

A growl from my stomach reminded me that it was time for dinner. If my aunt hadn't kicked me out, I would've been watching tv with a cup of ramen sitting on my stomach. 

I began to panic because I couldn't think of any place to stay at. I could go to one of those shelters for the homeless, but I hated the idea of sleeping with strangers. Especially because I believed that anyone who lived in a shelter was pathetic. You could get a job? Look who's pathetic now. Ugh, I hated even my own mind for insulting me. 

What about staying at your friends' place you ask? I don't have any. At least, I thought I did. But those cunts only used me to hook up with guys. So, no. No friends. 

Oh, I also don't have a phone. Isn't that just perfect? So I couldn't even contact anyone for help even if I wanted to. 

It was getting pretty dark which scared me a little bit. But now was not the time to be afraid. A pervert could attack me from behind any moment now; probably because I look like an easy target to them. So I continued walking, looking like I knew what I was doing. 

It was so quiet that the only things audible was my footsteps and the rolling wheels of my luggage. But then, I could hear another set of footsteps. And it wasn't mine. The sound of each step gradually became louder, whoever it was, they were getting closer. 

I decided not to look back and walked faster. I could hear the person behind me walk faster as well.

God, I know I've been bad, but, I began to pray, please help me.

While deciding whether to let go of my luggage and making a run for it or not, the person grabbed my wrist. This is it. Time to send this person flying. I focused all of my chakra on my right fist and lunged at the person's face. Then I made a run for it. 

"Ow! Miss, wait!" he yelled. I continued running, not even looking back. 

When I was pretty sure that he couldn't reach me, I stopped and looked back. 

He was on his knees, rubbing his nose. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. 

Serves you right, pervert. 

I started running again when he shouted, "Hey, wait! I didn't mean to scare you!" 

He was still on his knees. I decided to go back, only to get my luggage since he still seemed to be in pain. 

"Are.. are you hurt?" I asked as I slowly reached for my luggage. Once I had the handle in my position, I quickly distanced myself from him. Then I began to observe my attacker. 

"What? You punched me on the nose! Of course it hurt!" He was suprisingly.. attractive. This is the first time I've been attacked by an attractive person. Actually, this is the first time I've ever been attacked so I didn't really know what to do. Was I suppose to chat with him? Wait, I think I'm supposed to call for help..

"What do you want? Why were you chasing after me?" I continued to study his face. He was getting more and more attractive the longer I looked at him. 

"I wasn't chasing after you. Well, now that I look back, it did seem like I was chasing after you. But I wasn't. I mean, I was but I didn't mean to cause you any harm." He was now scratching his head, realizing that he's not making the situation any better. 

"Look, I saw you walking around this same street for like the 7th time. You looked like you were lost and it is getting pretty late, so I thought you needed help." He stood up, revealing his tall height. I took a step back from him. He could tell that I was still frightened so he added, "Don't worry. I'm not a bad guy." Then he smirked, "Unless, you prefer bad guys." 

"Ew. I'm getting hit on by a pervert." I looked around to see if there were any witness. Even if he was kinda cute, I still didn't trust him. Lucky for me, it was just us two. Yay.

"I am not a pervert!" he argued. "I'm actually nice enough to offer you my help, but.. I guess you've got everything under control.." He started to walk the opposite direction. 

I looked around again. No one. Since he didn't try to do anything, maybe he isn't actually a bad guy? 

"Goodluck," he yelled, "Don't get raped."

What do I do? Oh, what the heck. I don't see anyone else here offering me any help. 

"Hey, wait!" 

He turned around, "Hmm?" 

Ugh, I hate myself for this. I looked down, "I.. I need your help."