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ROSA'S POV

A loser. That's what I was. No body wanted me. Was I bad luck? Was I cursed? My life really sucked.

After lamenting, I sat down under a shade and bent my head to cry. I'd just been kicked out of the school I managed to attend. The fee wasn't much but I still couldn't pay because I didn't have anything doing.

I lived with my step mother who was really poor.

She didn't have a child so I was her only family. She loved me a lot and I was grateful she was not like other stepmothers. And she was sick. How was I going to take her to the hospital. A dime wasn't even on me. I felt so useless.

I was named. Rosalyn. Mostly called Rosa. Nineteen years old at the time. Tall. Had long hair which I didn't take care of. And I was ugly.

Well I was not really ugly. I was beautiful but because of my predicament, I was looking really tattered.

The sky suddenly turned dark that fateful day. It was going to rain.

I got up and began to walk down the street. Then I started to hear shouts and people running towards my direction. Gun shots erupted into the air and I was very frightened.

"Are they having a fight again?", I asked myself.

In that part of Seoul, there were two main terrorist gangs. The Vipers and the Red Light. These two gangs hated each other so much. Always fighting and killing each other's men.

Though, The Vipers were more dangerous. Especially their leader, Bad Boy.

He was a terror. Everyone was afraid of him. Just the mention of his name could make the youngest child cry endlessly. In fact, the stories I had heard about him were terrible. I didn't even want to meet him in my entire life.

"Rosa run, The Vipers are coming!", a girl from my neighborhood screamed at me as she ran past. I came back to my senses and tried to run. Unfortunately, a stray bullet met my thigh. I winced in pain and fell down. Other people began to run faster after they sighted me on the ground

I looked at my leg and I was bleeding terribly. I began to cry. I looked ahead and saw their convoy coming.

"Oh no, I'm in big trouble. This is the end", I thought.

"Good bye mom. I'm sorry I can't take you to the hospital. I'm sorry I won't be there for you anymore. I'm so sorry" I was crying profusely. Their convoy parked beside me. It opened and I saw two legs climbing down. I looked up and saw him.

"Bad Boy" I muttered.

And that was all it took for me to lose consciousness because I thought it was finally over for me.

Next Day

I woke up in a hospital. My eyes opened and I found out that I was still alive. I looked at my leg. It was bandaged up.

I sighed.

"Thank God I'm alive. I'll see mom again. I wonder how long I've been here".

Luckily a nurse came in.

"You're awake", she said.

"Yes", I replied.

"Does your leg hurt?".

She moved to me and examined my leg.

"Yes"

"Don't worry. It will soon come back to normal. Just a month or so"

"How long have I been here?"

"Two days"

"Who brought me here?"

"Bad Boy"

My eyes widened.

"Bad Boy???"

She smiled

"You should rest"

She patted my shoulder and left. I began to think;

Bad Boy brought me here? Why am I so unfortunate? Well at least he didn't let me die. Maybe I'm just lucky.

I can't wait to see mom. She'd be worried sick now.

Next day

"Isn't my life the worst?" I asked myself with tears in my eyes. My step mom was dead. She died that same day. I couldn't even get to say goodbye.

Life was so unfair. First it didn't allow me to know my real mom because she died when I was born. Then it took my dad away on my fifteen year old birthday. Now the woman I had come to love as my mom was also dead.

I didn't even have the money to pay for the morgue fee. I would have gone to borrow some money but the crutches given to me by the hospital made me feel like a human turtle. And the house made me feel so lonely.

I dropped my crutches and sat on the couch. My landlord entered without even knocking.

"Good afternoon, Sir" I greeted and bowed.

"Rosa, after your mom's funeral, you'll have to leave here. You guys are owing too much. I can't let you stay because you won't be able to pay".

"Sir ...I'll try to pay. I'll work".

"Work? How long will you work? You won't be able to cover all the debts. I'm sorry Rosa, but after tomorrow you won't be staying here anymore". He said and left. I began to cry.

It was true, I wouldn't have been able to pay the debts.

The cemetery

I watched as my beloved mom was fixed into the wall that was built for fixing in coffins. The opening was covered and her picture placed in a glass beside it.

My face was already soaked and swollen.

I quickly turned back and wanted to leave. I began to walk on my crutches as I made my way out. I wouldn't have even been able to pay for anything there but a good Samaritan helped me. I didn't even know the person. Maybe he or she had heard about my predicament. But I guess the person forgot to pay my house rent.

I walked to the house and saw that it was already locked with my things outside.

I sighed and walked further. It was already getting late. I just felt like going around to relieve myself instead of sitting in one place and mourn.

The sky was already dark and I was still walking around with my crutches. I didn't have anybody to visit, neither did anybody visit me. I was actually disliked around there, I didn't even know why because I did not have a bad character.

I came to a place and sat down beside the road. I actually fell asleep. When I woke up, the road was already empty. No cars were passing and everywhere was quiet. I began to feel afraid, all alone in the dark.

"What if something terrible happens to me? I better find refuge somewhere", I told myself.

I took my crutches and began to walk slowly down the street. I saw headlights from afar. The car was coming really fast so I left the road to the pedestrian way.

The car was black. It got really close and it was really fast.

"What a rugged driver" I muttered as I stood still for it to pass. It drove past me but suddenly stopped. I became scared. I began to walk at fast as I could with the crutches.

The car began to reverse. My heart was beating loud. The car stopped in front of me. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

It opened and someone with dark shades stepped out. I wondered; who wears shades at night?. I moved back and bowed. I looked up and he removed his shades.

My jaw dropped.

"Bad Boy?"

"Hi" He smiled. Or maybe that wasn't him. I didn't think he smiled.

"Why are you outside by this time?"

I looked down without an answer.

"Should I tell you why I'm outside?", he asked and staggered a little.

I didn't talk because I was terrified. Maybe I would have even fainted then.

"I just came back from my club. Those bitches almost drained me out"

I looked up at him.

Bitches? Was he with girls?

He saw the look on my face and began to laugh. I moved back again.

"Sorry about your mom and your leg"

He looked at my crutches and back to my face.

"Thank you".

"You need somewhere to sleep tonight. I'll give you a place".

"What?? No, I'm okay. I'll just—"

"—Get into the car"

It was more like an order. I shuddered.

I was so scared.

"What if he does something bad with me? I can't trust this guy. No one trusts this guy". I thought inwardly.

He moved towards me and took my crutches. I screamed and almost fell but he held my waist with one hand and the crutches with the other.

I blinked repeatedly. I was filled with so much tension that my mouth was open but words found no way out.

He helped me to the car. I was leaping involuntarily. A part of me wanted to struggle so he would leave me, but I heard he pulls the trigger at anyone as he pleased. Killing was like breathing to him, he felt little remorse. As much as I hated my life, I still didn't want to die. "As long as there is life, there is hope".

Bad Boy opened the back door and dropped the crutches.

"Please, leave me alone. Please I'm begging you", I pleaded. I was so scared.

He smirked and opened the other door. He carried me up and sat me down then closed it. Sitting in his car brought me back to my senses, all the bad things that existed flew through my mind. I began to cry and hit against the window. I tried opening the door but I didn't know how it worked.

The car was quite modern.

He sat on the drivers seat and drove off. I didn't say anything anymore neither did he. I couldn't even turn to look at his face.

I looked at the dash board and saw weapons of mass destruction.

I gasped and he frowned at me

"Don't touch anything"

He looked away. I swallowed and sat still. We reached a mansion and he parked. He got out and carried me out. He then gave me my crutches.

"Let's go"

He walked ahead of me and was walking fast. He stopped and looked back. I was far behind.

He sighed and came back. He carried me up and left the crutches outside. We entered the house and I gasped.

Where is this place?

We entered the elevator and went upstairs. He opened a door and it was a bedroom

"You're staying here"

He dropped me on the bed and looked around.

"A maid will bring your crutches for you. She'll also help you with some things", he said and made for the door.

"Bad Boy..." I called.

He looked back and I froze.

"Thank you", I muttered.

He smirked and opened the door then left.

I fell on the bed. 'Thank you' was not what I wanted to say, I wanted to ask why he brought me here. And what he wanted doing with me. But then I thought about the brighter side, that he wanted to help me. And even if he had other plans, as long as I would be alive then I could cope. That was what made me say thank you.

I looked around. The room was massive and luxurious. "Bad Boy lives here? Awesome"