Chapter 1 Rodger

I run. I’m running. I keep on running and running. Why didn’t God inform me that my life would be a movie marathon when I was a kid? I’m so exhausted. My throat is already drying. Water! I want to drink water. The weather here is draining me more. It’s so hot in the afternoon, yet I am here- running.

I’m also tired of hiding. I just want to live a peaceful life. Why do they keep on chasing me? They won’t benefit from me because my family is feeding me, and I don’t have work; that's what they called me. I am the stupidest, less beautiful, less talented, and less skillful among my half-siblings. My sister told me that I am a burden in our family, and she also said to me that I am lazy even though I already clean the whole house.

By the way, I am their maid in the house, and every day they slap on my face that I am their burden because I don’t have work.

They also told me that I look like a phone because I keep scrolling on social media for the whole day, and that’s the most lest thing that is not true. The truth is I am a princess, a spectacular one.

When I saw a taxi stop in, I hurriedly got in.

“Brother, everywhere! Bring me everywhere that far from here! I will pay! I will pay any amount! Just get me out of here!” I say while my hands are trembling and my heart keeps pumping faster than a normal heartbeat. I m scared that they are going to catch me. My forehead is also sweating, and my clothes are already wet because I run from those chubby subordinates. I’m also breathing fast. I can’t rest peacefully knowing I am in this place and they are near to me.

The chance that they caught me is so high.

I didn’t notice the driver; I focused on those chasers. “Brother!” I called him again because he didn’t reply to me and didn't speak. What is this driver's problem?  I look at the driver in front, and my forehead creased. He doesn’t look like a taxi driver but a rich man. His clothes are well-iron, and he’s wearing a coat and white polo long sleeves. My eyes drop to his wristwatch. Woah! That looks expensive. I think he also smells good.

“Brother, c’mon, let’s go!” I hurriedly and nervous command him, “turn on the engine, and I will pay you! Let’s go! Someone is chasing me. That’s why I am in a hurry and am not a snatcher or kidnapper, okay?” I  cleared him. He might mistake me for being like this.

I do not want to choke! My family already strangles me; I am already narrow on how they treat me and want me to marry the man they chose. That’s hell crazy! They just want money and fame! They’re just only thinking about themselves. What a loving family they are! I don’t want to get married to a miserly man! I don’t have work; will I match that kind of man? No way in my not-so-sexy body! Even though I have a lot of pimples all over my body, I deserve better! I know what I deserve!

Once again, I look at my back to see if they are there, and I haven’t seen them. I turned my gaze again to the taxi driver, who was mysterious-looking in the rear mirror. I also look at what he is talking about.

"Hi." I shyly greeted him, and I smiled.

I am with someone, and I didn’t notice. I am too occupied with that chaser.

He's wearing a suit, a rugged look, and he is only staring in front. I greeted him, but I deserved nothing. He looks mean.

His suit looks expensive and high quality. There’s a small embroid in the hem of his case, and I look at his watch. This man’s shoes are shining in black and seem expensive; he also smells sandalwood. If I steal that watch from him, I will be rich!

He's tall and White skin. He is an American! For sure, he is rich and has a lot of money. He is okay to my taste, but I don’t like foreigners; they are hard to talk to. I don’t know how to speak English well, and my nose is bleeding talking to them. They also have an accent that I don’t understand every time they talk.

I bow my head slightly and hold on to his arm when I notice those chubby men that passed by in this car.

Is this car tinted? I am silently praying that they didn’t notice me. The cloth in his suit is so relaxed and calm.

They are in front of the car and looking everywhere in the place. I bite my lips hardly in nervousness.

The one looked in this car, and I hid my face in a man sitting beside me; his sandalwood smelled in my nostril. I hugged his body, and he stilled a little seemed. He seemed shocked at what I did. I like hugging him; he truly mells so pleasing. I’ll just iron his suit later.

Oh my! He also smells like dollars! If my father chose him for meI wouldn’t think twice about marrying him, and I won’t complain for the rest of my life. He looks so damn rich, and he smells like dollars!

Talking to him wouldn’t be a problem because there is a translator online.

I lifted my gaze, and my eyes grew more prominent when I saw one subordinate near this window, and he was looking everywhere too. I want to get nervous and scared, but the smell of this man I am hugging is eating my whole system.

"Don’t give me to them," I beg, almost crying. I bit my lower lip because of nervousness.

If they got me, that would be my dead end.

“Brother!” I called the driver, almost begging, “can you turn on the engine and let’s get out of here? I am willing to pay.” I cried, but no tears.

That driver looks at the man beside me that he’s asking for a signal, and this handsome man nods his head slowly and softly. When I started starting to move, I breathed in peace. Today is my lucky day.

I tilt my head, and our faces are inches closer. He’s really gorgeous, and his hair is shining in black. Clean cut, he has thin lips, and his lips are color pinkish rose blended. What an alien creature!

His eyebrows are also thick; looking at him, he looks powerful and respectable. Is he a prince? Or maybe he is a son of a politician? If he is a prince, we are meant to be each other! I am so enchanted by his beauty.

My pimples got shy.

I found my soulmate! Oh my god!

I sat straight and got my hands off when he coughed softly.

“Sorry.”  I apologized and saw that he had fixed his suit in front of me. I don’t have germs, and I am clean. He looks like he has high standards, and; he is picky.

The whole ride, we’re all silent, and I don’t know where we are going. I am comfortably sitting. I got my phone from my bag to call my friend to fetch me, but I couldn’t find my old smartphone, and I didn’t bring my wallet. I started to panic.

Why did I forget my wallet?!

This is the end of me! I told them I’ll pay them to help me, but I didn’t have money. What a shame!

This is double trouble this. What am I gonna do? Run again?

"Can I borrow your phone?" I asked in a lower tone to the man beside me; he didn’t blink nor look at me. He’s looking in front. Why is he not looking at me? He never looks at me.

I yelled; he might have a hearing problem, so he didn’t hear me. “Can I borrow your phone?!” I asked at the top of my lungs, but he didn’t answer.

The driver looks at us.

"Can I borrow your phone? I’ll just call someone. I promise,” I raise my hand, making a promise.

“ I won’t steal your phone,” I assured him. While saying those words, my mouth was in his left ear so that he could hear me.